To Love a Wolf; Sequel to Coyotes and Wolves, A Milo Manheim Original Story

He Disagreed with Our Assessment

POV: Third Person

Mr. and Mrs. Ortiz arrived shortly after the ambulance pulled onto the property. Paramedics were assessing the situation, but Milo wasn't making it easy.

By the time Estella's parents had arrived, Milo was pacing back and forth as the Paramedics were working to calm him, and to allow them space to work. He agreed to let go of Estella and eventually to step away from her so they could help. However, he'd get scared or paranoid every time they so much as touched her, and would repeatedly rush back to her side, making it impossible for them to assess her status properly.

The Paramedics updated Mrs. and Mr. Ortiz on the situation, meaning Milo's interference, and asked for their assistance in distracting him. They informed them that Estella would in fact, need to be taken to the hospital. 

"Milo!" Mrs. Ortiz called to him, upon seeing the distressed young man.

"Mrs. O." He gasped, as he laid his tear-filled eyes on her and allowed her to hug him. 

"Milo...You know what I'm going to say." She voiced, assertively.

"I know! I know. They want to take her. I know she should go. I just can't...I can't let them...I'm fucking everything up." Milo sobbed, still pacing in the smaller area. "Please...don't let them take her..." He whined, like a sad desperate child. 

"She has to go, mijo. It's not a question of should or shouldn't." Mr. O. explained, in a tone of urgency.

"Are they gonna let me go with her?" Milo demanded, in a broken voice.

"Let me find out what's going on." Mr. O. suggested exasperatingly, walking to speak to the EMTs.
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"Are you Ms. Ortiz's father?" Asked the EMT.

"Yes. What's happening? What's going to happen now?" Mr. O. pressed, keeping his tone calm despite his own anxiety. 

"She'll need to be taken to the hospital for physical and mental health evaluations. We believe she suffered an acute stress reaction and are concerned about her breathing and blood pressure. She doesn't appear to have any outward physical injuries. We actually should've already been on route, but unfortunately the boyfriend made it difficult. If you hadn't just arrived, we would've been forced to call the police." The EMT reported. 

"Yes, I understand. I'm incredibly sorry for that, he's really just a scared kid and he loves her." Mr. O. defended. "But I know he can be intense, and intimidating."

"We're actually concerned about his mental well-being at this point, as well. We believe that he should be taken to the hospital for stabilization." The EMT advised. 

"Did you suggest that to him?" Asked Mr. O.

"We did." He replied, reluctantly.

"And..." Mr. O. pressed. 

"He disagreed with our assessment." The EMT revealed, with a pointed look in Milo's direction. 

Mr. O. knew that he was being polite, and that Milo most likely threw a slew of curse words in his direction the second they'd suggested it.

"Thank you. Please do everything you need to do to help my daughter. I'll talk to him." Mr. O. requested, in an urgent tone. "You won't get anymore interference from him."

Milo was standing next to Mrs. Ortiz, her hands on his shoulders as she worked to talk him down.

"I know you think you're responsible for her, but you have to let them help. You're not betraying her. She's in safe and capable hands, mijo." Mrs. O. expressed, in a comforting tone.