Jerome's POV

It was my bachelor party. I was so excited since I have never been to one before. We decided long ago to keep Blake's and I's wedding at the same place at the same time so we had the same bachelor party. I was thrown in a seat by a ruthless stripper and I was exhilarated but not as how I was with Becca when she purred my name softly into my ear as I thrust my full length shaft inside her. I quickly distorted the memory of the greatest night of my existence. I tried hard to enjoy my night as Blake was but I couldn't take my mind off of her. I spat at her rudely yesterday and I haven't apologized. I had no right to treat her that way when I started the whole fight. "Get off me" I spat rudely at the stripper who was giving me a lap dance. It was very uncomfortable. I needed some air. I stepped outside and looked across the street at the familiar building. The hospital where I contemplated of taking my own life but then the love of my life accepted my proposal of being my wife. I watched her fight a doctor just to be in my arms. She was such a distinction from all the girls I have been with. I've never been happier knowing that I was hers and she was mine. I went over to the building and I went to the corner where I sat that same night. I saw someone sitting in my exact spot. I gasped and ran towards her. I prayed that she wasn't thinking of doing what I wanted to do. "Becca?" I croaked as tears welled up in my eyes. She didn't budge. "Becca?" I called again but no answer. I shook her and she fell but I caught her. "Somebody get a doctor now!" I shouted ontop of my lungs. I saw a girl ran inside but she wasn't fast enough. "Becca, am here! Don't leave me, please" I cried as I saw her eyes half open. "Where the fuck is the doctor?" I bawled out. I got tired of waiting so I lifted her up bridal style and ran inside the building. "Someone look after my wife now!" I demanded. The porters took her from me and laid her lifeless body down on the wheeling bed. A doctor came immediately and started speaking but I couldn't understand. "What's wrong with her?" I cried. "What the fuck is going on?" I got irritated. "She took an overdose" He finally told me. My world got dark. The air got stifling. I don't want to lose her. They began to push her into the ER and I was told to stand aside but I couldn't. I wanted to be with her. "Becca, stay with me!" I shouted as the doctor sat me down. "If you ever let her die, I personally will kill you with my bare hands" I draped his collar and stared him dead in the eye then chucked him off. "I will save her Mr. Clarke" He stuttered. "Get in there!" I shouted and ran a hand through my hair for the millionth time. I sat down with tears drowning my face. It's been literally 5 hours and no one haven't informed me about her state. I was getting agitated. I needed to see her. My love was maybe dying right now and I couldn't do anything about it. No! Not again. I will not let her be taken away from me and just stand back not doing shit! Fuck it! Am going in. I barged through the ER doors and went to the receptionist. "Am looking for Rebecca Sterling" I stated in one breath. "What is your relationship to the patient?" "Am her husband" I answered flatly. "Room 426. Make the first left then head straight" I followed her directions and came upon the room. I slowly opened it. It was sickening. She had tubes everywhere. I ran to her and embraced her. It was official now. This may be our last embrace. I cried as I held her. She was pale, cold and lifeless. I fell to the ground in pain. I prayed "Just take me God. Take me instead of her." "No!" I heard a croak.