Love Hurts 2

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The voice over the phone line was strange. He was yelling but I could make out his words. He had ordered me to head towards the car park to save the owner of the phone. I cannot remember what happened next, but I found myself running towards the parking lot at an alarming speed, barefoot with my phone still in my grip .

I  noticed the crowd of onlookers when I had gotten closer. By the time I got close enough to peer at whatever they were staring at with obvious dread, I was gasping for air . It was hard, but I managed to shove and push my way to the center of the commotion. That was when I saw him.

At first I thought it was all a mistake but then I noticed the familiar scar on his right hand; I love kissing that scar, and my heart contracted. He was lying on his side and his jacket was spread out around him. His eyes were closed and there was sand in his hair. He was lifeless. A sigh escaped from me and tears started streaming down my face.

"God please...please not Brendan. Jesus please"

I was trembling and praying at the same time. What could have happened to him? Who did this to my Bredan? My brain stopped functioning.

"Please help him!"

My voice was barely above a whisper. I tried to blink away the gory image of my man lying in the dust like a discarded rag doll, but my vision blurred and something snapped within me.

I yelled at the crowd but nobody responded. People just stood there staring down at us as if they were mannequins. That was when I knew I had to save my man.

I dropped to my knees and placed my ear on his chest Everything was quiet. I screamed again. The tears were blinding me. I was hysterical at that time but then a hand shoved me away from him. The same hands stretched him out on his back, pulled off his tie and tilted his head backwards. Someone else was yelling at the crowd to stand back. I was confused and tried to sit up but my long gown had tangled with my legs. I flopped back into the dust, exhausted.

A scary silence descended on the crowd. Even the wind ceased. I was sobbing quietly and speaking in strange tongues. My vision was clearing and focused on the man hovering over Brendan. I never stopped praying.

It felt like an eternity but at last the strange man blowing air into Brendan's mouth screamed;

"He has a pulse! We need to take this man to the hospital!"

I sprang up and was dashing towards my car when I remembered my bag was still sitting on the bench. I paused on my tracks, wheeled around to head for my bag and saw some men carrying Brendan towards a waiting car. Without a moment's hesitation, I rushed off towards them...

Brendan had suffered a heart attack on that day. He survived it, thanks to the early intervention of the strange man who later became our son's Godfather. Indeed sometimes, love hurts.