I was out the door 3 minutes before they arrived. The light blinded me as they did, I handed her to the EMTs and watched as the took her pulse one of then a 5'6 female shook her head at a 5'7 male in front of her. He didn't panic but slid Lilah into the ambulance.

"Ma'am we need to take her to the hospital, you can meet us there."

Before I could protest he turned his back and ran to the ambulance. Just as quickly as they left I jumped into my run down pick up truck and speeded after them. Each red light was a reminder that my girlfriend was out of time, I sped through all of them not caring if the Police were on my tail. When I finally reached the hospital I sprinted inside looking like a mad woman as I began barking at the secretary.

"I need to see my girlfriend she just came here in an ambulance for a case of s," I choked on the word "suicide."

The woman glared at me as if I had just drove my car through the side of th building. I couldn't tell if it was because I was covered in blood or because I was gay. She toyed with the cross on her neck, "Well, your 'girlfriend' is named?"

"Lilah!" I bursted, "Lilah Rose!" I thought about how I should punch this wrinkled old prune for her homophobic tone but decided against it.

"Ah, Lilah," She paused her finger clicking on her keyboard, "Rose." Her face turned grim as she leaned closer to the screen. Her disgusted disposition changed to something more somber, "Dear," She said placing her wrinkled, pale hand onto my blood covered one. Her touch made my eyes widen and my blood boil. "I don't think you should go in."

I bit my tongue until it bled, I couldn't keep my anger inside, not in this instance.