(John's POV)
I push past the crowd, announcing that I'm a doctor but I reach you too late. There was so much blood from the impact.
I jolt awake to see blood surrounding me, my hands are dripping with it. But when I run to the restroom to wash my hands, it's gone. I sigh heavily and lean against the wall. Just my imagination. There's no blood.
I shower and stare at your soap that sits there still, even after a month of your absence. I sit in my chair and stare at your's beside me. Then I look to the chair for your clients gathering dust in the corner.
I tear my eyes away and leave the flat for a jog. My eyes burn with tears and I welcome the cold air until it makes me think of you. I run faster, as if I can run from the memories and the heartache. I know I can't.
I return to the flat, and change my clothes before taking the bus to the corner near the cemetery. Your new home where you never leave.
I walk slowly to where you lie. Upon coming up to your final resting place, and just stare at your name upon the dark marble. There is so much I want to say and yet, nothing. My throat closes as I try to speak. The tears sting my eyes again, I rub them away angrily but they refuse to stop, and bring me to my knees.
"Guess you're out of miracles, eh?" I joke with a hopeless, bitter smile.

I know, not really spooky but oh well~ some are more spooky than others. Feel free to leave comments with more 3 word horror prompts and I'll use them :) I'll upload those after uploading the ones I've already written. Maybe together we can make one for everyday of October?