This was written for a contest, and before my sister’s death but i wanted to share it anyways….
Devon ran from his car to the front entrance of The Jazzy’s Blues, his music club of four years to get out of the pouring rain trying not to get his suit wet. His phone went off as soon as he hit the club’s door, opting not to pull his phone out in the rain, he didn’t answer it. He nodded to security and headed inside the building. He stood in the club’s foyer, and shook some of the water off his suit. He was immediately greeted by his partner, Mike. “Hey D, how’s it going tonight?”
“It’s going, it’s going. Can you meet me in the office in about ten minutes so we can go over some things?”
“Sure. See you in a few minutes.” He told him. Devon greeted a few regulars as he kept his steady pace heading to the private elevators in the back of the building near the restrooms. He didn’t want to stop and talk tonight. He had just come in to take care of a few things before he was heading on vacation with his wife, Camille, who was four months pregnant with their first child. He could not have asked for a better wife, and soon to be mother to his child. They were college sweethearts and had been together for over fifteen years. He never messed around on her, and had never planned to, his parents taught him better than that, and frankly there wasn’t a woman around that could give him anything that Camille couldn’t.
Sitting at his desk, Devon remembered that he had a missed call. He didn’t recognize the number so he placed his phone on the desk, and looked over some paperwork he needed to complete before leaving. Mike had become his partner a year ago. Although he didn’t technically need one, he did it because Camille wanted him home more. Just as he was done signing the payroll checks, Mike knocked on the door, and walked in.
“So are you all packed and ready to go?”
“Pretty much. Camille should be on her way home from her parents’ house. We are leaving on the midnight jet eye and should make it to Jamaica around 9am. I am looking forward to the quietness, we haven’t had a real vacation since the honeymoon. So Camille is really looking forward to it.”
“Good. Good. Don’t worry about the club at all, I got everything under control. “
“I know you do. I signed the checks, so you should be good with that until I get back. I did want to talk to you about Anthony, though.”
“Yeah I am noticed that his till has come up short more than two times in the last week. So just between you and me, I installed a camera on the register, it’s hidden on the inside, and it’s virtually invisible. I just hope my suspicion is wrong, because I won’t tolerate dishonesty in this place. I treat everyone fairly and I expect to be treated the same.”
“Okay, I got it. I will make sure that I watch what’s going on more.
“Okay, man thanks. I appreciate that.” He told him as he looked at his phone screen, his phone was vibrating again. It was the same number that had called him a little while ago. He answered on the second ring. “Devon Morgan.”
“Mr. Morgan my name is Doctor Chavis, and I am the Emergency Room attending at St. James Hospital, your wife Camille Morgan was in a car accident and was brought in from the site, we need you to come down here as soon as possible please.” Accident, Hospital. He could barely breathe. This wasn’t happening. Racing out the door Devon ran straight to his car, never turning around when Mike was calling out to him. When he reached his car, he quickly called his parents and then called Camille’s parents. He tried to drive as calmly through his tears as he could. He came to a screeching halt at the ER entrance and ran inside, running up to the triage desk, giving Camille’s name. The nurse immediately took him to the back. He was greeted by the same doctor that called him.
“Mr. Morgan, your wife just came out of surgery, we truly tried everything we could to save her. I am sorry we weren’t able to save the baby, Mrs. Morgan sustained a severe head trauma in the accident and is considered brain dead. You can go in and see her. But I have to prepare you she may never wake up. The machines are keeping her alive for now. The force of the crash sent her head into the windshield. The only reason she didn’t die at the scene was because she had on her seatbelt.” Dr. Chavis explained to him patting him on the back. Devon wiped the tears from his eyes as the doctor opened the door for him. He saw his wife laying there on the bed, a nurse was adjusting the monitor when he walked up to the bed, nodding she left them alone.
Camille’s head was bandaged and her face was swollen. He almost didn’t recognize her. Pulling the chair up to her bed, he took her by the hand and kissed it. “Please Camille, wake up baby. I need you. I can’t, I can’t do this life without you,” he whispered. He thought he felt her squeeze his hand and he looked up, Camille’s eyes were still closed, the only sound in the room came from the machine that was breathing for her. Devon, laid his head on his wife’s stomach. His whole body felt her pain. The tears came hard out of nowhere. Devon felt his body shake with them. How could this happen, he had just talked to his wife, not even two hours ago. Now she was lying in this bed fighting for her life. And the baby, how would he be able to tell her about the baby? Devon, muffled his scream. He was so mad, why was God trying to take away the one person who meant the most to him? Wiping his eyes and nose on his sleeve, Devon closed his eyes, and prayed. Feeling someone jarring him he opened his eyes. His wife was sitting up and smiling at him. Her face wasn’t swollen, and she didn’t have a head bandage on. Was he dreaming, he had to be?
“Camille?” he asked hesitantly not expecting her to actually talk. “Devon. Yes it’s me. I don’t have much time but I wanted to tell you that I was sorry for messing our plans up, sorry for losing the baby.”
“Sorry? You don’t have to say you are sorry, this wasn’t your fault.”
“But it was. I looked down to grab my phone to call you and when I looked up the car was coming straight for me. He swerved into my lane because of the slick roads, but if I hadn’t been distracted, the accident wouldn’t have happened.”
“Camille, stop it is not your fault.” He repeated to his wife.
“I saw our son, he looks just like you. He is waiting on me to come hold him.”
“He?? Camille what are you talking about?” Although Devon knew exactly what she was talking about he was too afraid to say it aloud.
“Devon. I love you so much. Thank you for loving me the way you did, I hope one day you will let yourself love again because you deserve it. I was so blessed to have such a great man loving me, not too many people can say they had that. I will cherish that always.” Devon watched the tears fall from her face as he reached out to wipe them away, he was sure he wouldn’t be able to touch her, but was surprised her skin felt warm, and all he wanted to do was hold her.
“Camille I love you too, I don’t want to love anyone but you, please don’t leave me. Please,” he cried.
“Promise me you will try. Promise me please. I have to go now, our baby is waiting. I love you Devon.”
“I Promise. But wait, Camille, Wait!” He yelled, reaching out for his wife, but she started to fade from his touch. Suddenly, Devon was awakened by a loud buzzing noise as the room quickly filled with doctors and nurses. They frantically worked on his wife. She looked lifeless, and he already knew it was too late. She was gone. Walking out into the hallway, he was greeted by both their parents, he shook his head no, as he fell into his mother’s arms. Camille’s mother wailed loudly, as they all held each other. Dr. Chavis came back out a few minutes later and confirmed what he already knew. Devon felt his heart cave in. He just lost the love of his life. Everything just changed …in an instant.