Bad whipped out his phone hastily and dialled 911 as fast as he could manage, with his shaky fingers and all.
"911, what's your emergency?" came a soft female voice from his phone
"Ma'am, my boyfriend just passed out, I don't know what happened but he suddenly passed out when I was asleep. His breathing became ragged and-" Bad stopped to take a few deep breaths.
"Take some breaths, sir. We'll dispatch a medical team, if you could please tell me your location?"
"Florida Peach Farm, Hardinge Street." he replied.
"Thank you sir. In the meantime, check his pulse regularly and attempt basic CPR on him if possible. Otherwise, try to splash some cold water on his face." said the woman.
"I will, thank you ma'am." he cut the call, breathed out and grabbed Skeppy's wrist.
He pressed his thumb to Skeppy's veins. He couldn't feel much, darn it. Bad instead put a hand on Skeppy's chest, then pressed an ear to the place where his heart was.
Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump.
Bad breathed a sigh of relief. He was alive, thank goodness, but he needed medical support.
Packing the picnic back, he grabbed the basket and tucked it in the crook of his arm. He picked up Skeppy, whose body was limp and unmoving. He carried Skeppy back to the car, laid him in the seat and tried to splash some water on him, but it was to no avail. Skeppy lay still as a rock.
Barely 5 minutes passed when an ambulance drove up to them, its sirens flaring loudly. Three medics came out, two of them with a stretcher as they carried Skeppy into the ambulance. The last one was a kindly woman who took Bad's hand and asked him a few questions.
"Hello, my name is Rosa Perèz and I am here to ask you a few questions about your friend's passing out."
"Boyfriend." corrected Bad.
"Sorry." she apologized, "What is your name?" she asked, whipping out a clipboard and a ballpoint pen from her surgical coat.
"Darryl Noveschosch. I'm 26 years old. I'm a resident of 12 Palm Grove, Florida. I live with my dog, and my boyfriend. He has no serious medical issues that I'm aware of, besides an allergy to cashews."
The woman scribbled this down furiously. She and Bad walked towards the ambulance and sat in the backseat.
Bad held Skeppy's hand, and prayed he'd wake up, and laugh that cute laugh of his, hug Bad and kiss him on his nose and holding hands and blowing dandelions in grass fields..
Bad sniffed. 'Really getting emotional, aren't we, Darryl?' He murmured, holding Skeppy's hand tighter.
At last, they reached the hospital. Bad watched as Skeppy was wheeled away from him, his fingers curved and his body rigid, his face blank and his eyes closed. They took him into the ICU, and Bad was made to sit outside the room as the doctors came in to examine his condition.
A slim, but pretty woman walked towards Bad, her brown hair tied in a simple bun, her eyes a soft brown colour. Her lab coat was pristine and crisp, like it was just ironed a minute ago. She had a clipboard in her hand and a stethoscope around her neck. Her expression looked serious but on seeing Darryl, changed. She smiled reassuringly at him. Her pristine white tag gleamed at him like her pearly white teeth : Lauren.
"Hello, you must be Darryl Noveschosch, the relative of Zak Ahmed. My name is Dr. Lauren Yoong - Ji and I will be taking care of Zak." she said, twirling her hair with her fingers.
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Roses and Blue Violets
FanfictionIn the spiritual world, there was something called soul flowers, meaning that two people whose soul flowers were identical to each other, were destined to be together, or so it was told. Skeppy's soul flower was a blue violet, which stood for faith...
