Samantha Dalton, the CEO of Dalton Enterprises, is dumbfounded when she meets hardcore no-nonsense Anna Schuyler in an interview to be the next Head of the Environmental Chemistry division at her biotech billionaire company, an interview that could...
TW // EPILEPTIC EPISODE, MENTIONS OF DRUG USE. Sam's POV: "Sammy, help!" move, woman. You're not a sack of potatoes. She needs help, she needs you. She doesn't ask much of you: just put one foot in front of the other and help. A mass of strangers form around Anna's body, coming to her aid. One gentleman rolls Anna onto her side, following the procedure by taking his hoodie off to cushion her shaking head, holding her face upwards as she seizes on the hard concrete floor, her anatomy bouncing on the paved way. "Does anyone know who this woman is?" "I- i- i- she- she's uhh, she's with me..." "Can you call an ambulance? I don't have my cell on me." i gaze into nothingness, my thoughts purely resting with the impacting danger that corrupts in the air. "Ma'am? Ma'am, can you hear me?" "Uhh, yes, yes, i'll c-call an ambulance." i slide my cell out of my pocket and dial 911, my rapidly pulsing hand barely capable of handling its minor weight. "Which service do you require?" "A-ambulance, please..." i tread over to Anna's body, kneeling down, the skin that entices my kneecaps digging into the rock of the ground, the pain a punishment for my inadequacy. "911, how can i help you?" "Sh-she's have- having a seizure..." "Who is, sweetheart?" i can't tear my eyes away from this woman as her mouth continues to fill with white foam, replaced with blood like last time her carcass buzzed, jerking out on her office floor right before my very browned eyes. Oh, god... how did i not pick up on this?! The dizziness this morning, her sore stomach... "Oh, fuck... i'm so stupid! It's all my fault, it's all my fault, it's all my fault..." i mutter inaudible words to myself, forgetting about the presence of the woman on the line, keen to help out dire situation. "Sweetheart, i need you to talk to me, okay? What's your name and what's the situation?" get it together, Sam. If not for Anna's much needed sake, your own sanity. Stop making yourself look like a clown. I flush all nerves out of my system, intentionally flooding myself with all the courage i can... Anna needs me. "Sammy, i'm scared..." Sadie runs into my arms, her tinier one's clasping around my neck. "My name's Sam and my uh, my girlfriend's having a seizure... she's been seizing for about three minutes now, and her mouth is filled with white foam." "Okay hon, are you able to turn her on her side and-" "Cushion her head? Yes, a gentleman has already done it... i- i'm familiar with seizures, if she seizes for more than five minutes, it's considered a medical emergency, right?" "That's right, love. Does she have a history of epilepsy?" "Yeah, she was born with it. She uh, takes diazepam, two every morning for it." "Okay, you're doing so well for me, Sam. What's your girlfriends name?" "Anna..." "Okay. Is she currently still seizing?" i drag my eyes back to Anna, her body continuing to shake rapidly, the blood ready to flow from her arteries and onto the ground below her. "Yeah... please, you have to hurry, it's never been this bad before." i feel several tears trickle down my face... no matter how hard i might've tried, no matter how desperate i was, i still just can't turn off my feelings for her... a million thoughts run through my head, a marathon for which one will win the race- the feeling of possible grief, shock... or pure sadness.
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"'Nghh, Sam?" "I know, Anna... i know. We're almost there my love, just hold on... i'm going to get you safe and warm very soon. I promise you that." she elevates her hand from her bed situated in Anderson's car, which i take strongly, though the rickety journey ruining the moment. "Be careful, she just had a seizure!" "Sam..." her faint voice calls out to me, only weakening my heart. "Anna, don't try and speak." i lean forward and press a kiss to the spot on her face i know she loves, a little closer to the slope of her nose this time. "You're safe here with me... now and always." my words of comfort extract a weak smile from Anna's lips, which despite her medical emergency, are still in the beautiful and full, pouty pink state they usually are. "I promise to protect you... from anyone and everyone..." Anna drifts off back to sleep, and i take the liberty of taking my fourth finger and dragging it lightly downwards the slope of Anna's perfect nose, the movement calming to her as she sighs contently...
