The Bad Boy’s Favorite Girl

Chapter Seventy-four

Mac pov

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Elena’s eyes were almost shutting, and her body was getting rigid. It was like she was slowly disappearing right in front of me.

“Don’t go, babe, I love you” I pleaded, but all she could do was place her hands on my cheek. They were becoming cold by the second.

“I love you” Those were the last words she uttered before her eyes sealed shut. It felt like my whole world was crumbling around me.

I can’t allow her to die, she was too precious to die all because of my mistakes. While I thought I was protecting her, I never knew that I was only placing her in the face of danger.

Police Sirens could be heard outside the room and I knew someone had reported the situation. I didn’t mind the police coming, heck they were needed at this critical time.

I held her gently in my arms, feeling how light she was. With urgency, I hurried out of the room, desperately hoping to reach the nearby hospital as quickly as possible.

The policemen were coming towards me, but I didn’t give a damn if any of them asked me a question that minute.

All I was focused on was getting Elena to the hospital. I needed her to be alive. I don’t know how I would live knowing that she had sacrificed herself for me.

Luckily, ambulances arrived and a stretcher was brought out and she was placed on it, while I entered the van myself.

Not a single time did I take my eyes off her. Even in her sleep, she was still gorgeous and I didn’t want such a person dying soon.

We arrived at the hospital minutes later and the stretcher was pulled out of the ambulance, nurses were taking their position by her side as they pulled it into the hospital.

I didn’t give a damn where we are, all I was interested is in seeing her happy face back to life again.

“Mr, you have to wait here,” The nurse said, preventing me from entering the emergency room.

“Is she going to be okay?” The look on the nurse’s face didn’t give much assurance and all I could do was sit down on the chair and wait patiently.

Nurses were going in and out of the ER and for everyone I stopped to talk about the situation of things, but none gave me answers.

I have experienced so many traumatic events in the past, but none could be more traumatizing at the very minute than not seeing Elena alive again.

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I began to wonder if truly what the Christian says about him was damn true. I didn’t know the art of praying, but I knew I had to say something to God.

Eyes closed, I visualized that I was speaking to God as a human, and with no specific words selected to speak with him, I just poured out my heart, hoping he would listen.

Dear God…

They told me you are up there watching every one of us and making sure that we are okay. Even though I haven’t done this before I do hope that you are watching the situations happening to me this very minute.

I just need you to please answer my prayer and that is keeping Elena alive. She doesn’t deserve to die like that. If truly you do listen to prayers, I hope you keep this request at heart and fulfill my wish.

Elena pov

Darkness clouded my sight and I felt empty, the only thing visible within was myself and myself alone.

I did the know where I was or what was happening, all I knew at that moment was the fact that I was dead.

Suddenly, a bright light came dashing up to my face, causing me to shield my eyes from its burning rays.

Where was I? This didn’t seem like any place on earth, and neither did it feel like I was in the hospital. The only thing I could think of at that moment was the fact that I was in worlds between worlds.

Could this be purgatory? Could this be heaven? Could this be hell? All these thoughts were the things I had while waiting for something, anything to happen.

I noticed a figure coming out of the bright light. His steps were slow and they seemed calculated, his presence brought some sort of peace to me.

The moment I made out his face, I was intrigued by it. He wore a white robe and his face was radiant. His eyes were beautiful and he was the true definition of perfection.

“Who are you?” I asked after he was only an inch away from me.

With a smile adorning his face, he asked “Who do you think I am”

“Where am I?” I asked looking around at the absolute emptiness of my environment. This was no home, so it was probably my initial thought, this place might be heaven.

“You my dear are in Heaven” Alas! I gasped knowing the implication of my presence right here. I was dead, I was truly dead.

I looked down at my attire and was taken aback to see that I wasn’t wearing my usual clothes. Instead, I found myself dressed in long, white robes.

“You are thinking too much my child,” He said, extending his hands for me to take. Everything about him was beautiful and I found myself taking his hand and we walked side by side.

“I am dead isn’t it?” I know it was a dumb question I asked, judging from the fact that there was no other place that could be so beautiful as the one I was standing upon.

“Yes, child… you are dead. However, before we can ascertain the true nature of your death, we need to know if you have fulfilled your days on earth or if it was cut short” Once he made this known, I began to wonder if truly my time was up.