Michael Evans Behling Imagines

Don't Go

I didn't know. I didn't even understand what was going on until a face and voices clouded my vision and hearing, both becoming clearer, and the white hot pain searing through my body had me winded. What the hell happened? Why are there so many people around me? Where is she? More importantly, where am I? I tried to breathe, but it felt like I was being stabbed a million times with a firepoker thingy. Amarie. Where is she? Is the baby okay? I need to find her. I need to save her and our baby. I need to be there for her, like I promised when I was getting my ass handed to me by her dad.

The marathon of questions in my head was disrupted by the paramedics moving me around and putting me in the back of their ambulance. I just need her and our baby. I need them to be okay. Unharmed. The black spots that are now clouding my vision got bigger until I passed out.

It felt like I was knocked out for an hour or so, but that's not the case, according to the nurses, that clearly didn't know how to whisper. At first, I wasn't paying attention until I heard Amarie's name. Panic flooded my veins and my heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. Worried about my girlfriend and baby, I started pulling at all the wires attached to me, ignoring the pain I was in, I struggled out of the stupid bed and it was only then did the gossiping nurses do something but it was too late.

"Is she okay? Is the baby okay? I need to see them. Please. They mean the world to me. Just tell me if they're going to be okay or not. It's the least you can do after gossiping instead of doing your job." I tell them. They glance at each other several times before telling me the very words I've been praying to hear, well, half of them.

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