Loving Kinnick (Rewritten)

Let Me Do Something For You

When John's car pulled in front of the hospital, I didn't hesitate to throw the passenger's side door open. My sneakers skid across the laminate flooring as I found women working at the front desk, staring at me with wide eyes. I went to wipe my hair out of my face, but then I saw the blood, and I felt myself get nauseous.

"He - he - I need help! I need help!"

They rushed around the desk, calling for help as they followed me toward John's car. I could hear a gurney's wheels rolling on the ground behind me. My legs went weak as I stared at the man who wasn't responding to the 'nurses' words. A sob left my lips as they leaned over him, pumping his chest. His eyes shot open; blood spilled from his mouth.

"Sit him up!" A doctor yelled.

The gurney squeaked as they shoved through the hospital doors. As I chased behind them, one of the nurses told me to stay back. While she was pushing me out of the door, I could see Kinnick's hand dropping beside him.

"He isn't breathing," one of them shouted.

My legs gave out as a sob broke through my lips. I could feel someone catching me as I looked in my boxer's direction was rolled away from me. John kept telling me everything would be okay, but I worried about him. He wasn't breathing, and I knew it wouldn't make a difference if I were back there, but it would make me feel better.

John helped me sit down as I sucked down heavy breaths. My eyes continued to look at the clocks on the wall. Every minute, I wondered why nobody had come out to let us know that Kinnick was okay. My trainer tried grabbing my arm as I stood back up to approach the front desk.

"I need to know what is going on. My boyfriend went back there twenty minutes ago, and he wasn't breathing. I'm not going to sit out here, waiting for you to get your head out of your asses while he is back there dealing with god knows what!"

"Bo," John scolded. "Sit down."

"Miss. Bennett," the lady showed concern. "There is nothing in his chart right now. When something is updated, you will be the first to know."

"Why is it taking so long?" My voice broke. "I need to know if he is okay."

John pulled me into his chest. "Bo, they would have come out here if something bad was happening."

I cried into his shoulder, wanting nothing more than to see Kinnick. He was okay an hour ago. I should have known when he didn't come back right away; something was wrong. But I sat in John's office, talking. I didn't worry because I knew Kinnick could handle himself.

I looked up to see a familiar pair of hazel eyes coming through the hospital doors. I lifted from my seat, throwing myself into his chest as he promised everything would be okay. I was sick of hearing it - I just wanted to see him.

"Bo," John looked at me. "I have found him in conditions worst than this. I know he is going to be okay."

The doors behind us opened. "Kinnick Carson -"

"Yes! That's us."

A nurse came out from behind the doors. "He is undergoing surgery. We drained 75% of the fluid from his lungs. His breathing is steady."

"What?"

"Mr. Carson's lungs were full of blood, miss."

My head fell into my hands. "What else do you know?"

"Three fractured ribs," she looked at the chart on her clipboard. "And a ruptured kidney. He has major bruising to the abdomen. Miss. Bennett, would you happen to know what happened?"