Married to the Devil

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Pavel gasped as he woke from a fitful sleep, a sense of dread washing over him. He knew something was wrong...something bad was happening to Pooh. His phone buzzed with a notification from an unknown number. His heart pounded as he opened the message, only to see a horrifying image: Pooh hanging unconscious from a tree at his father's mansion.

"No!" Pavel screamed, his voice echoing through the hospital room. Nurses and doctors rushed in, alarmed by his cries.

"Pavel, what's wrong?" one of the nurses asked, her eyes wide with concern.

"It's Pooh! He's in danger! You have to take me to his father's mansion right now..PLEASE !!!" Pavel begged, tears streaming down his face as he showed them the image on his phone.

The nurse's face paled as she took in the sight. "We need to get him help immediately," she said, turning to the doctor. "Call the police and an ambulance. We need to move quickly."

The doctor nodded, his expression grim. "We'll take you there, Pavel. Just try to stay calm."

The hospital staff quickly arranged for an ambulance to transport Pavel. As they sped towards the mansion, Pavel's mind raced with fear and anxiety. He prayed silently, hoping they would reach Pooh in time.

The ambulance arrived at the mansion in record time. As they pulled up to the entrance, the scene was even more chaotic than Pavel had imagined. The flames around the tree where Pooh hung cast an eerie glow, and the smell of gasoline filled the air.

Pavel didn't wait for the ambulance to stop completely. He leaped out and ran towards the tree, his heart pounding in his chest. The emergency responders who had already arrived were struggling to contain the fire, but Pavel's focus was solely on Pooh.

"Pooh!" Pavel screamed, his voice breaking with desperation. He grabbed the garden hose he had seen in his dream and began spraying water on the flames, his hands trembling.

The firefighters, seeing his frantic efforts, joined in, helping to douse the flames. Pavel reached the tree, and with the help of a firefighter, he managed to loosen the rope around Pooh's neck. Pooh's body fell into Pavel's arms, limp and unresponsive.

"Pooh, please wake up," Pavel whispered, his voice choked with tears. "Please, stay with me."

The paramedics quickly took over, checking Pooh's vitals and administering oxygen. They worked swiftly, their faces set in determined concentration.

"Pavel, we need to get him to the hospital now," one of the paramedics said. "He's in critical condition."

Pavel nodded, his heart aching. He held Pooh's hand tightly as they loaded him into the ambulance. "I'm here, Pooh. I'm not leaving you."

The ride back to the hospital felt like an eternity. Pavel kept whispering words of encouragement, willing Pooh to hold on. The paramedics continued their life-saving efforts, and as they arrived at the hospital, a team of doctors and nurses was ready to take over.

Pavel was led to a waiting area, his body shaking with fear and exhaustion. Minutes felt like hours as he waited for any news. Finally, a doctor approached him, her expression serious but calm.

"Mr. Pavel, we've stabilized Pooh," she said. "He's in critical but stable condition. We need to monitor him closely, but he's alive."

Relief washed over Pavel, and he collapsed into a chair, tears of gratitude streaming down his face. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice breaking.

The doctor nodded. "You can see him, but only for a few minutes. He needs rest."

Pavel was led to Pooh's room, his heart aching at the sight of his husband hooked up to machines, his face pale and bruised. He approached the bed and gently took Pooh's hand.

"I'm here, Pooh," he whispered, his voice filled with love and determination. "I love you,p-please don't leave me.. i can't live without you"....

The nurse guided Pavel out of Pooh's room when Pavel slowly rested his head on nurse's shoulders for the support , cluthching his abdomen.

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