"Please save her." Randy choked, letting go of Tyson's hand as she was rushed into the emergency room.

She could have been dead already for all he knew. He had spent the entire ride to the hospital in fervent prayer. He couldn't watch her bleeding in her wedding dress for any longer, so he had kept his eyes shut and her hand held tightly in his.

He had just gotten her back and now he could possibly lose her again. So this was how the world worked? Ironic tragedies were interwoven with some of the happiest times of his life. This was the proverbial roller coaster he had been assigned? If so, he wanted off immediately.

He had seen her being wheeled away from him far too many times than he liked to count. When would this be over for them? For Tyson? When would all of her struggles finally be enough?

"Randy, have you heard anything?" Logan bawled as she and the rest of Tyson's family began flooding the waiting room.

He shook his head.

"Is there anything we can do for you right now?" Cody asked putting a hand on Randy's shoulder.

He shoved his hand off and before he could be bombarded with more questions and pitiful looks he went down the hall. He wanted to be alone; he wanted to wallow in his thoughts. He walked until he found the hospital's chapel.

The weight on his shoulders seemed to double as he stumbled to the front of the small room. He lit two candles, one for Sam and one for Tyson, before falling back onto the front pew. He watched the flickering candles until his eyes burned and he felt the tears start up again.

Tyson's calm, beautiful face kept flashing in his mind. He thought Sam had somehow missed her until he saw her dress turn red from all of the blood.

There was so much blood.

He shook his head to try and remove the haunting memory from his mind. He saw an old Bible sitting beside him and picked it up. There had to be something in it to give him some kind of hope.

Something…anything.

He was beyond desperate at that point and time. A folded piece of paper fell to the floor from the pages of the book. He bent to pick it up, shivering when he saw the splattered blood still on his hands.

Oh Tyson…

He unfolded the paper and began to read:


It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea;

But we loved with a love that was more than love-

I and my Annabel Lee;

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsman came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea

Then angels, not half so happy in heaven,

Went envying her and me-

Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we-

Of many far wiser than we-

And neither the angels in heaven above,

Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,

In the sepulchre there by the sea,

In her tomb by the sounding sea.


He dropped the paper when he finished reading. His heart was racing.

Was that the sign he was being sent from above? Was he going to lose Tyson? Was he going to bury her by the sea and have to make the impossible, soul crushing trip to see her and mourn her when he could?

He dropped to his knees at the alter, picking the paper back up and crumbling it in his fist.

"Don't take her yet." he begged fighting the sobs that were tearing through his chest.

"Randy?" Ted called from the door.

"Leave me alone." he yelled in anguish.

"I'm sorry, but Tyson's doctor needs to speak with you." he said.

Randy got to his feet and rushed into the hallway. He was trying to read the doctor who was waiting at the end. Cody, Logan and Ric were all a mess waiting to hear about Tyson just as he was.

It was bad news. He could see the doctor's mouth set in a firm line and his shoulders were slumped too.

Randy slowed to a walk, he was struggling for air.

"You're Tyson's husband?" the doctor asked addressing Randy.

"We didn't get to say our vows." he said, the pain spreading in his chest.

"I'm very sorry. I didn't know that." he frowned.

"Look…I can't hear that something went wrong. You can't give me any bad news right now okay? I won't survive it." Randy admitted breaking down again.

The doctor put his hand on Randy's shoulder, "I'm afraid I do have some bad news."

Randy clenched the paper tighter in his fist. He was going to lose it at any moment. He thought even for a second of running away, back down the hall so he wouldn't have to hear the news. It would be like nothing ever happened.

"Tyson…" the doctor began.

"No…please…" Randy begged.

"She's going to make a full recovery. We were able to remove both bullets. It was a miracle nothing was hit too severely. As far as gunshot wounds go, she was very lucky." he finished.

The air whooshed out of him. Did he hear that right?

"She's okay?"

The doctor nodded, "We have her heavily sedated to allow time for her body to get a jump start on healing. She should be okay when we bring her out of it."

"So what was the bad news?" Randy almost hated to ask.

"I'm sorry, the baby didn't make it. We tried to save it, but the trauma was too severe." he frowned.

Randy felt his heart explode.

It was like he was the one that had been shot, "She was pregnant?"


~Fin~

In general, poetry does nothing for me. I can't write it, I can't read it, I'm lost on the subject as a whole.

With that being said: "Annabel Lee" by Edgar Allan Poe, resonates with me. I adore it on so many levels that I deemed it necessary to include it.

Thank you to Kennedy's Friday Night Delight, RKOsgirl92, xKimberly12x, Xandman216, StoryLover82, Wolfgirl77769, and YaCena23 for sticking with through this story!

I can't wait to hear your thoughts on the ending :)

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