8th Piece

This is the 6th post of the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post

I burst through the infirmary door. I run up to the first doctor I see and ask frantically “Where’s Eric?” He points me to a door at the end of a long hall with the fake smile on his face. Luckily I’m getting used to it. I sprint to the door that, unlike every other door in the Agency that swings, is locked. I’m still pounding on the door when a nurse comes with a key. “Now wait a minute hun, you’re going to break down the door before I even get the key in the lock!” She exclaims. I take my now numb hands away from the door and she unlocks it. Immediately I push the nurse aside who started to ask me about my head and run to Eric. His eyes are closed and his chest is barely moving. “Eric?” I whisper. I touch his face and say a little louder, “I am so sorry. This never would have happened if it weren't for me.” Another tear falls from my eye but I ignore it. I was about to ask the nurse something but then I notice that she’s gone. I hear him take a deep breath and start to cough. His eyes open and look at me. He asks in short breaths “Thunder?” It seemed as though each letter was painful. I smile a little bit at his nickname for me and respond, “Yeah, it’s me lightning. I’m really sorry for what happened to you it’s entirely my fault.” “No,” he gasps “No, it’s not. I should have done more.” “Are you kidding? You are literally on your death bed and you are saying you should have done more?” Almost too soft to hear he replies “Yes,” Then his eyes close again.