Copyright © 2011 preciious-diamondz
Chapter 11
“Guhhhh. Agg-arrrr!”
Marian woke with a fright.
“Father, is everything okay?” she called, getting out of bed.
She heard no reply, just a whimper.
She took this as a sign of danger and ran to his room, throwing open the door.
Her father was lying on the floor with his eyes closed.
Marian began to panic and reached for the phone next to the bed.
She dialled local hospital and was asked where she was and what was wrong.
Marian quickly rattled off her address and phone number to the person on the other end.
“Yes, it’s just off the main road. Please come quick, my father’s had some kind of heart attack or stroke,” she sobbed into the phone.
She hung up and bent down to look at her father.
“Please,” said Marian shaking him. “You can’t leave me.”
Her father did not move.
Marian began to cry more.
Reeee-oooorrrr-reeee-ooooo!
She got up when she heard the sirens of the ambulance and rushed to the front door to open it.
Two paramedics came out carrying a stretcher and hurried to the front door.
“This way,” said Marian, running ahead of them to her father’s room.
They followed her quickly up to the room where her father lay on the floor.
One of the paramedics rushed over to her father, while the other lay the stretcher down.
The first paramedic, a woman, grabbed her father’s wrist and quickly checked his pulse.
“It’s faint, we’ve got to take him to the hospital now.”
The second paramedic, a man, helped the first paramedic gently put Marian’s father on the stretcher.
“Will he be okay?” asked Marian worriedly, following the paramedics as they carried her father down the stairs.
“We’ll soon find out. Meanwhile, you may come with us if you wish.”
Marian nodded and climbed into the back of the ambulance as the paramedics carefully placed Marian’s father on a stretcher bed inside.
They slammed the doors shut and started up the engine, putting the sirens on again and driving off to the hospital.
Marian reached over and held onto her father’s hand, praying everything would be okay.
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“So you’re going by yourself? Not sending your men to do it for you?” asked Guy curiously.
“Yes, I don’t want any trouble and my men seem to have a way of not covering their tracks properly,” replied Lachlan, holding up a bottle of clear liquid and peering at it.
“Can’t it wait until morning?” asked Guy who was looking at the clock.
It read 1:35 am.
Lachlan gave him an evil smile.
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Something Worth Fighting For
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