Rufus walked onto the street without an arm to hold him back.
"Victor!"
Rufus felt something wet on the side of his face. "- got the call, we should try to save him!" He heard car horns and people yelling. Someone was shouting something. A familiar voice bellowed "Delilah, no!" followed by devastating cries. Rufus felt himself rise in the air. Was he dying? I'll be with Mateo again. Then everything went black.
Rufus woke up in a white hospital bed. His head was bandaged and his foot in a cast. He looked around. There was a woman ,wearing a white nurse attire, softly snoring in a chair not far from his bed. He tried to get up but felt a sharp pain shoot through his head. He groaned. The nurse's head snapped up, suddenly awake. "Dr. Westley!" She yelled. A middle aged man clutching a wooden pad strode quickly into the room and stopped when he saw Rufus. His eyes went wide and the pad fell out of his hands.
"This is.....incredible." Rufus looked at both of them, perplexed. "What is going on?" He said groggily. The doctor and nurse looked at each other cautiously. "Do you know what today is, Mr. Emeterio?" Rufus was very, very confused. "What does that have to anything?"
"Today is the 6th of September 2017."
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Surviving
FanfictionA They Both Die At The End fanfiction. Basically this is what i imagine would happen if Victor (the guy who called Rufus) made a tiny mistake and called the wrong person. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THIS. EVERYTHING BELONGS TO THE AUTHOR OF TBDATE, ADAM SIL...
