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saviour

when the ambulance finally gets to the hospital, rosie is immediately rushed into the building while the paramedic who was with me before walks me in right after.

"they're taking her right into surgery," he tells me once rosie's out of sight. "wait right here and they'll let you know something when they can, okay?"

i nod, thanking him, and basically collapse into one of the waiting room chairs. i can see other people in the ER giving me sympathetic looks and it gets too much that i have to bury my face in my hands just to pretend they're not there. it doesn't work, though, and in the end the only way to distract myself from them is to call mine and rosie's family and tell them what was going on. once they all know and are on their way to the hospital, i try my hardest to focus my attention on waiting for a doctor to appear and give me news on rosie.

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i don't get any news for almost three hours. for three hours i'm forced to sit in the waiting room, not knowing anything about how rosie is doing, or if she's even alive. our families stay with me the entire time, trying to keep me occupied and make sure i stay calm, but it doesn't work so well. the only thing that'll help is seeing rosie and knowing she's okay.

finally one of the surgeons comes around the corner and begins to walk over to us. i immediately shoot up out of my seat and am barely able to stop myself from running over and bowling the doctor down for the news.

"how is she? is she alive? how did the surgery go?" i blurt out before he has a chance to even speak. i can feel my heart pounding in my ears, so loud that i can barely hear his next words. but i do, and the second they fall past his lips, my knees buckle beneath me again, though this time in pure relief.

"she's alive," he says. "she's unconscious right now but will wake up in a few hours, and hopefully be able to go home in just a short few days."

i want to burst out crying, crumple to the ground in a ball and drown in my relief, but the doctor continues speaking so i force myself to listen.

"luckily the bullet didn't hit anywhere that would cause lasting damage, just quite a lot of blood loss. we got her blood levels back up to a healthy amount and she already looks better. she'll be okay."

"oh, thank god," rosie's mum whispers, holding a hand to her heart.

"can we see her?" i ask.

"yes, but only two people at a time for now. the first group can come with me."

our parents insist i go by myself first so i follow the doctor to her room while he explains some other things about her condition. i thank him repetitively for everything that he did for rosie, enough that i probably make him a little uncomfortable.

"i'm very glad i could help," he says, interrupting my spiel as we reach rosie's recovery room. "i'm going to go and fill out some paperwork but use the call button if you need us, okay?"

i nod, thank him one more time, then rush into rosie's room. the first thing i notice is that, despite all the tubes around her, she does look a lot better than before. she already has more colour in her face again, to my relief. watching it all pour out of her face is something i'm never going to be able to forget, but seeing her like this now hopefully will help get those pictures out of my mind.

i walk over to her side and take a seat on the chair next to her. i reach my hand out and slide it into hers, lacing our fingers together.

"hey rosie," i say, rubbing my thumb over her knuckles. i have to take a few moments, trying to think of what to say next, because i'm just at a loss for words. there's so much i want to say to her but i don't know if i can. i don't know if anything i say will be enough to fully explain how i feel knowing she's okay. the only thing i can manage is: "i'm so glad you're okay...thank you for staying with me."

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rosie wakes up later that day and is able to come back home with me only three days later. for the first few days after she's back home, we spend a lot of time in bed together, just taking it easy and enjoying our time together. it hurts me to watch her be in pain, to not really be able to move, but my girl is so strong and brave that she never stops trying. when she's finally able to walk around more and pretty much get back to normal life, i feel so much pride well up in me. i can't believe how amazing she is and how lucky i am to get to know and love her. i will always be so grateful that she was strong enough to survive and i'll never take her for granted.

okay y'all i don't know if i like how this turned out but i hope you enjoyed it?

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