The ambulance showed up moments after Dan stopped crying and just looked up out into space. Still holding my hand, he told the men what had happened. He could barely get the words out, I could tell it wasn't easy for him to admit what he had just done.
When the men picks him up and put him on the stretcher, he refused to let go of my hand. When I told him softly to let go, he looked at me and said "stay with me."
I nodded. I was going to stay with him no matter what, and Noah was going to look after his grandfather while Dan was in recovery. The men pushed Dan's stretcher into the ambulance and I jumped up into the vehicle taking a seat next to him.
As the EMT sitting with us in the back started to put an IV in Dan's arm, he reached for my hand. I grabbed it and he looked at me, winced and then closed his eyes as the needle went into him. I watched as the EMT pulled out the needle leaving just the catheter in his skin. Fluid dripped down the IV bag running through his veins, and all I could think about was the blood I saw dripping from his wrist.
I rubbed his hand, and he smiled. I could barely keep my cool, I couldn't believe that I was actually in the back of an ambulance on my second day in the UK. This was defiantly not off to a great start.
The ambulance pulled into the hospital. When we stepped inside, me and Dan were separated. I tried to get with him, but 3 secretaries held me back. Apparently, I couldn't follow him into the emergency room.
Knowing all that I did about the medial field, it was hard sitting in that waiting room. Waiting to hear the good news? Bad news? Not being able to go into the room with him, I knew that his injuries were pretty bad. I just hoped they weren't fatal.
Hours later, a doctor came out and called Dans name. I walked up to to him, he looked at me and said
"Are you Dan's girlfriend?"
"Yes" I replied.
Yes?! Why had I replied yes? I guess it was just my nerves, I didn't want to hear what this doctor was about to tell me. And judging by how long I was in this hospital, it wasn't good news. Was it the nerves, or did i just truly want to be his girlfriend. Whatever it was, I was definitely anxious about what I was going to hear.
"I'm sorry to tell you, but..."
VOUS LISEZ
Never leave me
Storie d'amoreAn overly abused girl moves to the U.K for a great job offer, but that's not all she gets out of her trip. Will she be able to trust a man the same way again? Or will she run away from love?
