A Blaze In My Heart

64. "Hang in there, please."

(1458 words)

*Blayze's POV*

I ran out of my car, into the woods where I found her. I dropped to my knees next to her. She was bleeding, bearing a gunshot wound in her abdomen. I held her seemingly lifeless body, cradling her in my arms, getting her blood all over my white shirt. I was in a state of shock. My trembling hands checked her pulse. It was weak, but it was there. That's when it hit me. She was bleeding. She was dying. I had to get her to the hospital.

I carried her bridal style in my arms and ran to my car where I carefully laid her on the backseat. I found a cloth, securing it around her wound to prevent her from bleeding any more.

We were at least an hour away from the city. My heartbeat was a mess. I had never felt so desperate, anxious and helpless. She was right there, unconscious and bleeding out, and I couldn't do anything about it.

My driving was rash as I drove to the hospital. I didn't give a damn about anything. Not the traffic rules, not anybody else, not even myself. She was now the only purpose in my life. I couldn't lose her. If I did, life would lose all meaning for me.

I was only fifteen minutes away from the hospital, when the traffic came to a halt, with no where to go. I was on the brink of breaking down, of losing my sanity.

I reached back to check her pulse again. It was weaker than before, barely even there, as if she was on the verge of death. I panicked even more. Looking back ahead, the traffic didn't seem to be moving an inch. I was only left with one last option.

I got out of my car, opened the back door and carried her in my arms. She was very pale, her lips parted and dry. "Hang in there, please." I muttered in her ear.

I ran down the the road with her limp body in my arms. As fast as I could without stopping to breathe. I would sacrifice myself if it meant that she would live.

The hospital finally came into view. I dashed inside, panting. "She's been shot. She's dying. Please help." I managed to utter breathlessly. She was laid on a stretcher and rushed to the operation theatre. Meanwhile I was asked to fill out a form.

I sat in the waiting area outside the OT, looking at my hands stained with her blood. Her blood. She was fighting for her life all because of me. I had been an idiot all along. I should've never lied to her and hurt her like that. I should have never let her go. I should have kept her close and protected her.

"Mr. Colton." The nurse appeared before me in a frenzy.

"Yes?" I queried in fear of receiving bad news.

"What's her blood type?" She inquired.

"O negative." replied.

"Are you sure?"

"100%." I told her.

She sighed. "She has lost a lot of blood. She needs an urgent blood transfusion or she won't make it. Unfortunately, we don't have enough blood available that's a match for hers."

"I'm O negative. Take my blood!" I urged.

"Come with me." She said, and I followed her without another word to a room.

After she had taken my blood, I returned to the waiting area. I waited and prayed silently with my head in my hands.

"Blayze?" A familiar voice spoke.

I looked up to see Mr. Woods. I had called him and told him I had found Mihrimah. He had been doing his own search the past few days. You could see how shaken up and distraught he was. A lady stood behind him. I assumed she was Mihrimah's mother.