Don't Let Me Go

"What are you saying Chloe. But.., but Sushi is your twin sister right.", June asked in shock.

"June, I'll explain everything later. But for now, please hurry to SmallTown as quickly as possible and check on Sushi's safety. Something doesn't feel right about this situation," Chloe urged.

"Okay". Fueled by urgency, June sped towards SmallTown, the events of the previous night flooding his mind with overwhelming intensity. The echoes of his drunken words reverberated in his ears, each syllable a painful reminder of the hurt he had caused Sushi.

"Who are ypu Sushi? Why do you have so much going on within you? To what extent are you withholding things from me? What am I going to learn?" June driving, chatting to himself.

Tears threatened to spill from June's eyes as he replayed the events of the night before, his heart heavy with regret.

"How could I have been so blind, so foolish to lash out at the woman who is already in misery?" , He felt a sharp pang of guilt and regret as the notion tore at him.

"It's true that I should have given her more time to explain herself; that is my fault. How could I be so conceited? Please, Sushi, just relax; I'll be right over.

He couldn't bear the thought of her suffering alone, lost in the darkness of her pain.

As he entered the outskirts of SmallTown, June's heart raced with anticipation. With each passing mile, he prayed for a glimpse of Sushi, a sign that she was safe and sound.

As June's car screeched to a halt outside Sushi's home in SmallTown, his heart pounded with fear. With trembling hands, he flung open the door and raced inside, his footsteps echoing through the empty halls.

His worst fears were realized when he found Sushi lying unconscious on the floor, a bottle of sleeping pills lying beside her. Panic surged through him like a tidal wave as he dropped to his knees beside her, his hands shaking as he gently shook her shoulders.

"Sushi!" he cried, his voice breaking with desperation. "Wake up, please!"

But there was no response, only the haunting silence of the empty room. Tears blurred June's vision as he scooped Sushi into his arms, her limp body feeling far too light against his chest. With trembling hands, he carried her out of the house and into the car, his heart pounding in his ears as he cradled her close.

As he settled her gently onto the passenger seat, June's hands shook uncontrollably as he fumbled with the seatbelt, his movements frantic and clumsy. He could feel the cold sweat beading on his forehead as he struggled to keep his composure, his mind reeling with fear and uncertainty.

With trembling fingers, he started the car, the engine roaring to life with a deafening roar. And then, without a second thought, he slammed his foot down on the accelerator, the car lurching forward with a jolt as he sped off.

The world outside blurred into a haze of lights and shadows as June hurtled down the empty streets, his foot pressing harder and harder on the pedal with each passing moment.

He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, his senses heightened to a fever pitch as he raced against time to reach the hospital.

But amidst the chaos and fear, one thing remained clear – he would do whatever it took to save Sushi, to ensure that she received the help she so desperately needed.

With tears streaming down his face and his heart pounding in his chest, June drove on, praying with every fiber of his being that they would reach the hospital in time.

Finally, the hospital loomed into view, and June screeched to a halt outside the emergency entrance. Without a moment's hesitation, he leaped out of the car, Sushi cradled in his arms as he rushed inside, his heart pounding with terror.

"Doctor... Doctor... My wife... Please, you have to save her," June's voice quivered with fear and urgency as he pleaded with the medical staff.

Doctors and nurses swarmed around them, their voices a blur of urgency as they whisked Sushi away to receive medical attention. June stood rooted to the spot, his hands clenched into fists as he watched helplessly, his heart breaking at the sight of Sushi's pale, unconscious form.

Hours stretched into eternity as June waited anxiously for news, his heart heavy with guilt and regret. But amidst the turmoil of his emotions, one thing remained clear – he would do whatever it took to save Sushi, to hold her in his arms once more and never let her go again.

"I'm sorry," June's voice cracked with emotion, tears mingling with his words as he spoke. "Just come to me... I'll never push you off the edge again."

His sobs echoed in the empty room as he waited for her response, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. In that moment of vulnerability, June realized that his feelings for her ran deeper than he had ever imagined.

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As the agonizing minutes stretched into eternity, June's heart hammered with dread, each passing moment amplifying his fear for Sushi's well-being. Every sound in the hospital corridor felt like a dagger to his heart, until finally, the door to the waiting area swung open.

The doctors emerged, "She's stable," one of the doctors announced, his voice a balm to June's frayed nerves. "We managed to stabilize her condition. She's resting now."

Relief flooded through June like a tidal wave, the weight of the world lifting from his shoulders as he let out a shaky breath. Tears of gratitude pricked at his eyes as he thanked the doctors profusely, their reassurance a beacon of hope in the darkness.

With a heart full of gratitude and a renewed sense of purpose, June wasted no time in hurrying to Sushi's bedside. As he sat beside her, his eyes traced the delicate lines of her face, her peaceful expression a stark contrast to the turmoil that had engulfed them both.

Gently, he reached out and took her hand in his, the warmth of her touch sending a surge of comfort through his veins. Leaning in close, June whispered words of apology and gratitude, his voice a soft murmur in the quiet of the hospital room.

"I'm so sorry, Sushi," he confessed, his words tinged with remorse. "I won't ever let you go again. I promise."

Tears welled in June's eyes as he poured out his heart to the woman he loved, his words a testament to the depth of his feelings. And as he sat by her side, holding her hand in his, June vowed to cherish every moment they shared together, grateful for the second chance.

After a while, as Sushi stirred, her eyelids fluttering open, June's heart skipped a beat. Relief flooded through him as he watched her consciousness return, her gaze slowly focusing on him.

"Sushi, are you okay?" June's voice trembled with emotion as he leaned in closer, his eyes searching hers for any sign of discomfort or pain. "How are you feeling?"

"Easy now," June murmured softly, guiding her into a sitting position. With tender movements, he adjusted the pillows behind her back, ensuring her comfort as she leaned against them.

Sushi's lips parted in a weak smile as she struggled to sit up, her movements slow and tentative. "I... I think I'm okay," she murmured softly.

But June's feelings were a cyclone of emotions, a tangled mess of relief, guilt, and overwhelming love. He rose from his seat, his heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words.

"I'll get the doctor," June said, his voice thick with emotion as he hurried from the room.

Within moments, the doctor arrived, her expression calm yet concerned as she assessed Sushi's condition. June hovered anxiously in the doorway, his eyes never leaving Sushi's face as he prayed silently for her recovery.

After a brief examination, the doctor turned to June with a reassuring smile. "She's stable for now, but I'd like to speak with her alone," she said gently, her tone comforting yet firm.

Reluctantly, June nodded, his heart heavy with worry as he stepped outside to give them privacy. As he paced the hallway, his mind raced with a million questions, his thoughts consumed by fears for Sushi's well-being.

"Hi, Sushi. How are you feeling?" the doctor inquired gently, her fingers lightly checking Sushi's pulse.

"I'm okay, doctor," Sushi replied, her voice soft and tentative.

The doctor paused, her expression grave yet compassionate. "I asked your husband to step outside for a reason," she began, her tone serious.

"I don't know what personal struggles led you to this decision. But today, it's not me who saved you, but a piece of yourself."

Sushi furrowed her brow in confusion. "I don't understand, doctor," she murmured, her head spinning with dizziness.

The doctor's next words sent shockwaves through Sushi's body. "I suspected you might not have realized yet. Sushi, you're pregnant," she revealed gently.