TORN~ A tragic yet beautiful love story

Chapter 21

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Dottie's POV:

"Sebastian??" I cried. "SeBASTIAN?!!" I begged him to open his eyes. "Sebastian PLEASE!!" I kissed him quickly, "Don't you DARE walk out on me now!!" I kissed him quickly, over and over about 6 times. Not but a moment later I heard sirens. I cried even harder, relived but scared out of my mind. "Over HERE!!" I yelled as they approached. Three men got out of the ambulance, and I repeated, "OVER HE-HERE!!" I waved my hand back and forth. They rushed over to us, and saw Sebastian along with Michael. "Good GOD what HAPPENED here??" One of them asked as the other two got on their knees and opened their first aid. I was crying still, saying, "He attacked him, it was self defense, he’s de-d-dea-" I burst out into tears even harder than before. They took my sweater off of his wound, and their eyes were disgusted. They were all concerned if he was even able to be saved, but they didn't tell me that.    

Ma'am," The first one said, "You need to step back." I looked up from the boy in my lap and said, "What?? NO! I'm sitting right here with him!" two more nurses hopped out of the ambulance to get me. They picked me up by my arms, and I made no struggle, as Sebastian was on me. "Please, please let me stay with him, I love him!" I cried, begging them to let me go. "I'm sorry miss, I am, but they're doctors." they tried to assure me. I whimpered, and I heard the men rambling, arguing, and finally, one of them said, "Damnit!! He needs serious medical attention to even stabilize him. Let’s get the EB." I shook my head, crying, "EB? What's an EB??" I asked the nurses. "Emergency bed." she replied with a sorrowful expression.                                 

They hurried it from the ambulance over to Sebastian. I just stood there, tripping over my own words, my own breath. They picked him up and pulled him over to the bed, quickly wrapping a tight, thick layer of gauze on his wound. They rolled him back, and I just began balling even harder once I caught sight of his pale face. He looked like he was already gone. I was crying uncontrollably. They pushed him up the ramp and onto the ambulance, and the nurses rushed into the front, and they tried to close the door. I ran to them, stuck my foot in the opening of the back just as it was about to close and they opened it. "I'm riding in here with him god DAMNIT!" they got quiet, nodded, and let me in. I sat down next to Sebastian, and wrapped his hand in mine.

Sebastian's POV:

Everything was brighter than normal. All I could see was white. But then... some blue... I could barely hear. All that I could hear was Dottie crying and a siren going. My vision was blurry, yet I could tell this bright light wasn't what I thought it was. I was in a van, moving fast, hitting bumps, knocking my sides, hurting me even more. I let out a strangled whimper at the impact. "SeBASTIAN?! Sebastian, are you still with me?!!?" she cried out in fragments. I wanted to talk to her but my whole body was numb. "Dott..." was all I could say. She started crying even harder. My eyes closed for a minute, I then remembered what had happened. "Dott..." I began to cry softly, only a few tears able to escape through my capped eyes. "Shhh..." She was able to stop crying partly, "You've lost a lot of blood..." then I felt warm, soft lips gently press to my forehead; my damp, sweaty, unbearably hot, yet horribly cold forehead. "What.... Where...." I couldn't even speak.                                                                                                               

"An ambulance," She began to explain, "We have to go to the hospital..." She began to sob again. I wanted so much to just sit up and hold her, tell her I was trying my best to pull through. Of course, leaving out the part where I tell her how very hard it was just to keep breathing. "Dotteline..." I managed to say, my fingers using every little once of strength they had to push through hers. This tiny action, meant to sooth her, as I knew it did, just made her cry harder. She was thinking exactly what I was thinking. We came to an abrupt stop, and the men opened the doors. Before I could ask her what I wanted to, they instantly pulled me out of the ambulance, away from Dottie. "Sebastian," She yelled, jumping up and running after the roller bed, "Wait!" crying even harder than she was when I came home last night. She caught up with us, and gripped the side with her hands as she ran with the doctors. "Ma'am, you have to stay back there." one of the men said to her.