What Comes After Ch. 2

Previously:

"I said, for your sake you better remember more." She said it in an scarily calm voice. Jose started to fidget in his chair as he frantically tried to remember what had happened the night before. His brain only remembered fractions of the night, and then this morning. Heather now seeing Jose's blank stare decided to reveal what had made her so pissed. "I believe you came home around four in morning, drunk." Jose now knowing the time frame, had a terrible feeling now in his stomach. "You made a declaration last night." Heather hinting towards those terrible words. For some reason Jose's face flickered relief then went back to the stoic, blank facade.

"Could you please tell me? I have no recollection of last night." He said with pleading eyes.

Sighing Heather said, "You cheated on me." Jose's eyes went wide, and tears fell from Heather's eyes. "Happy fucking belated anniversary." She whispered, while she fled the room.

Chapter 2
Always More Room For Regrets

Jose was absolutely stunned, he didn't move from where he sat in the kitchen. Should he go after her? Should he just wait for her to cool off? The stress mustn't be good for the babies... well stress in general wasn't good for people. He decided that he should be a man and face the consequences, but he was too scared to move. What the HELL had he done last night? He and a few coworkers went out to a bar that was just across the street from the hospital, he only promised a few drinks and even a game of pool, then a beautiful brunette offered him a drink. He smiled in remembrance of the mystery girl, her cute freckles and mocha skin enchanted him. It was strong to think that of another who was not his wife and the drink was stronger than he expected. When he first tasted the drink he recoiled from the taste but continued to drink it, not wanting to be rude. Then... He drew a blank on the rest of the night. 'Be a man for god sakes and go find your wife!' His mind yelled.

"Heather?" Jose said, while slowly getting up from his seat. Nothing but silence was returned. Once again he said her name, and once again nothing, but silence was returned. Jose rounded the corner to see his wife collapsed on the floor. "HEATHER!" He rushed to her side and check her vitals while simultaneously calling 911.  

"This is 911. What's your emergency?" An unnerving calm voice came from the receiver.  

"Please help my wife!" Jose was about to hyperventilate, when the eerily calm voice brought him back form his hysterics.
  
"What's the matter with your wife?"

"She is unconscious an-and her pulse is barely there!" He was yelling as if that could speed the process any further.

"What is your name?" The voice though way too calm seemed very familiar.

"Jose." Speaking breathlessly.

"What's your address, Jose?"

"It's 2305 Godfrey Boulevard." Jose stated a little more relaxed.

"The paramedics will be there soon. Stay on the phone please."

"Can you please try to calm me down? My wife is pregnant!" He yelled again feeling flustered.

"Okay, well my name is Courtney. And I work as a 911 operator on the weekends." Still in the even placid tone. Jose did not respond so she continued. "I actually work as a lawyer during the week, but I find this more full-filling."

As Courtney was sputtering facts about herself, Jose could hear the faint noise of sirens. Jose looked down at Heather to see she wasn't moving. He checked her pulse it was still there, just fainter if that was possible, it was almost nonexistent to begin with. Jose began to feel the tears pierce his eyes. Thoughts began to swarm around his head, 'What if she dies? She will die angry... at us, and probably haunt us. Don't die Heather, I love you.' Breaking the train of thought was the stupid voice on the phone and the bang at the door.

"Jose?" The voice questioned.

"They are here, I must go." He clicked the phone off, and opened the door. In one foul swoop the paramedics place Heather on the gurney, and wheeled her to the ambulance.

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As the turmoil and death danced around Heather, she was very content in your little world that was taking place in her mind. A field of daisies and roses, trees upon trees and nature in its best state, was every where. Friendly animals and plants talked to her. She was of course in her own wonderland.

"Hello?" Heather began to walk, but stopped in her tracks when she saw a handsome stallion. "Why your breath-taking." She stated in awe. The horse was a dark-chocolate brown with beautiful green eyes. Just by looking at him, she could see he was untamable and knew he was no good, yet Heather could not walk away. The horse trotted in place, before making its way toward Heather. "You remind me of something.... or someone."

Out of the corner of the her eye she saw a proud black bull. She whipped around to see it looking angrily at her. "Why so do you." Seeing the olive green eyes again, but in the bull. She was even more confused. "I am going crazy aren't I? Where am I?" Just as she was to go exploring again the horse and bull blocked her path.

"This place is your place of ideal peace Heather." The horse exclaimed still blocking her path.

"But I am allergic to half this stuff, mostly you." She laughed. This was the greatest of irony: Her ideal peace was grass, flowers, and trees which she was allergic too. And the worst of all the cruelest of fate, the very thing she wanted most was to ride the horse, yet she knew she would have the worst of allergic reactions.

"That is why it is your ideal peace." Exclaimed the bull. "Because in your real world you could never have any of this, but here, in your wonderland, you can have anything you wish."

"Anything?" Both the horse and the bull nodded. "Like if I wanted something all I would haft to do was to place it in in my ideal peace?" Again they nodded. She closed her eyes and thought about the things she wanted most: her daughter Gabrielle, she wanted her unborn twins in her arms, and most of all Alejandro. Wait what? Not Alejandro, Jose. Oh who was she kidding she wanted him, not as a lover but as a friend. Her thoughts conceded to that. As she opened her eyes in her arms was two twin girls, and her other little girl, and the horse melted away into a tall, broad, handsome latin named Alejandro.

"Ready to enjoy your wonderland?" The once horse, now Alejandro said while taking Heather's hand.

"What about my children?" Heather said but when she searched for said children they were gone. "Where are they?" She started to panic. Alejandro shrugged.

"Means you didn't want them in your wonderland right now. So want to explore?" Alejandro said. Heather nodded and they began on their adventure through Heather's utopia.
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While peace was in Heather's mind, crazy things were going down outside her happy place. Jose couldn't help but think it was his fault.

"Mr. Burromuerto?" Jose's back straighten, he knew that voice, it was the voice he used on patients that were dead, or weren't going to make it.

"Yes?"

"Your wife is doing fine, but the stress on the babies... We don't know if they will make it. I am so sorry Jose." As the doctor/friend patted his shoulder, Jose felt his world crumbling around him. "We might be able to save them or at least one, once Heather awakes." With that he left Jose alone in his misery.


'This is all my fault.' Tears started free fall from Jose's eyes.

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'This has been great, to think I wouldn't be here if it weren't for Jose.' She laughed and frolicked in the bright sun, enjoying the wonderland around her.