I can hear her. My angel. My sweet, sweet Carmen.

"Jenny. Jenny! Jenny no! No! Jenny, look at me! Look at me!"

My eyelids flutter open and with my vision snapping into clarity, there’s pain. It’s not intense. It’s nagging. My lungs burn from lack of air. I can see her face, her eyes again; a river of tears streaming down her face. I try to say her name, but the damn water I’m drowning in is stopping me.

"No, don’t try to talk." She says hoarsely and then her face is gone.

"PLEASE CALL AN AMBULANCE!" I can hear her scream.

My body shakes violently and I see something splatter as I choke. It hits the beautiful, clean white shirt that Carmen’s wearing, staining it with crimson. I’m not choking on water, I’m choking on blood. My own blood.

*****…I’m going to die.

She’s looking at me again, I can feel her warm hands on both sides of my face. "It’s okay Jenny. Please stay awake. Stay with me. You’re going to be okay. Just stay awake. It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay…" It seems as if she’s trying to convince herself more than trying to convince me.

She’s starting to blur, meshing with the dark night sky. That thumping is becoming slower now, weaker, softer. My heart. It’s stopping. My arm feels so heavy, but I bring it up to her face and gently run a finger down her soft, smooth cheek. She grabs it and holds it tight.

"Don’t give up on me Jenny! WHERE’S THE ***** AMBULANCE!" She’s sobbing so badly now her words are hiccupped and raw. I want to tell her I love her. Please, just let me tell her.

"C-c-c.l-lov–c-c-c-c"

"Shhh. Don’t talk, just stay with me Jenny. Oh God"

I can’t see her anymore, but I can hear her. Her loud sobbing, her screaming "NO!"

It won’t be long now, but it’s okay. I can’t really even feel anything anymore, except her hand on my cheek. Her soft, tender hand on my cheek. Oh Carmen, I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me. It’s okay though. Now you can move on with Shane. She’ll take care of you.

At least one problem has been solved.

The End.