I had been waiting in the room for how long. I saw Clair run past screaming for a doctor. I tried to get up, but the IV was already in.
She runs back past with a nurse.
A few more minutes and the nurse followed by several more are pushing a stretcher past my door. I prop myself up on my elbow. The person is pale and not moving.
The person is Will.
I scream and start throwing the closest things to me around.
A nurse comes running in and stares at me.
"What is the problem, sweetie?" She smiles at me.
"Draw the blood and hurry the fuck up!" I scream.
She nods and walks out. A few more minutes and the doctor who brought me into this room is back.
"I hear that you're ready." He says, looking down at his clipboard.
"Yes. Hurry up. I need out of here." I snap.
"You do know that there are possibilities of..." He mutters.
"Oh shut up and draw the fucking blood." I yell.
He places the clipboard on the counter and starts pulling out supplies. Gloves, blood bags, wipes, then the syringe.
He stares at me. "Are you sure?"
"I'm positive. I need it done now for my friend. Then I have to go see what the hell happened to my other friend."
The doctor nods and grabs my arm. The pain hits me like a wave and I flinch. He stares at me, drawing the blood. 3 full bags later, he releases me.
But only to go to Will's room.
The doctor makes me stay on the bed and wheels me into Will's room. I stare at the pale body.
"Put me as close as you can." I snap.
The doctor rolls his eyes and pushes me against Will's bed. I grab his hand. Cold.
"Will." I whisper.
The doctor leaves. I prop myself up and lean over. I press my lips to his. I place my hands on his chest. His heart is still going.
"Will. It's Gwen. I love you. I need you to live." I cry.
I place my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat as I fall asleep.
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Not Just One
FanfictionSometimes friends are the best thing ever. Other times they are the reason for your pain. Join this crazy group of individuals find their real friends and who the real enemy is.
