Getting back the player

Ch. 12 The questioning

Chapter 12

               Sirens rang threw both of my ears giving me unbearable pain. I hardly could open my eyes but when I opened them the entire world swirled in pain. Then I heard a loud high blood curling scream. Wow, that’s a really high pitch scream. They’re making me go deaf. There was heavy weight on top of me. I could hardly see. My head was facing the seats. Ugh, what is on me? I attempt to push off the weight. I gasp of air and felt a deep pain near my rips. Reality struck me hard. Oh, my... Demon, Damon...! Oh my gosh! My memory struck me back. He was holding onto me. Blood trailed down his forehead. Tears formed up in my eyes.

              “Damon...!” I yell out. No reply.

              My hand searches for a pulse and only found a fading heart beat. A river of tears fell down onto my cheek. I bit my bottom lip to stop a scream from coming out.

            “No, no, don’t die on me,” I whisper in plead. My vision blurs and I start to see black spots. It became a lot harder to breath. Then two other men came over to the sides of the car. They both looked calm.

            “Can you walk?” He asks me. I was too focused onto Damon’s closed eyes. I was in the mood of a crying jag. He held onto me to protect me. It could have been me who would have a bleeding head.

            “He’s going to die so forget about me,” My voices shake but it was at the calmest it could be. They both exchange looks.

          “Calm down, we will help you out,” One says.

          “I am calm!” I exclaim “Just get him out, please don’t let him die.”

         “The sooner you come out, the sooner we can help him,” The other one looks me in the eye. I nod and I flinch trying to move. They pull me out and let loose of Damon’s superman grip on me. I mean, it took a long while to get Damon’s grip off me, dead or alive. He better be alive. I can’t live without him. I don’t want him to die. A few scent of the outside air and I fall into the darkness.

          I flutter my eyes open into a perfect white ceiling with dimmed lights. A smell came into my nose. Actually, it was really disturbing smell. Wait, a second...? Am I dead? A large pain swept through my chest. Nope, if I were dead I wouldn’t feel this. I turn my head onto both sides and found hospital equipment on one. Oh god no... I shut my eyes and breath heavily-Ow! I didn’t know breathing can hurt this much.

        Hospitals are so uncomfortable. Especially the smell of it... What the hell happened? I don’t remember getting injured. Maybe, I and Damon got so much cake stuffed down our throat that we got food poisoning. Possible-DAMON! I push myself up and stare at the room in horror ignoring the pain. The door opens and I question the first person who comes in.

         “Where’s Damon Hunter?” I ask. It was the same paramedic that helped. He had short brown cropped hair and unusual bright fading green eyes.

         “Ah, you’re up,” He clarifies “Lie down again; you still need to heal.”

        “No, where is he?” I demand. I usually wasn’t demanding to people who helped me but I needed to know. If he isn’t alive...I don’t know what I’ll do but I won’t ever be the same. He moves across the room pulls up a chair and faces me. I did not have time for a chat. Oh-no, he’s not going to tell me Damon’s dead is he?

       “Stress causes sickness and you don’t need any more of that. You’ll be informed when you heal,” He tells me. Sickness my ass...! I will go suicide!
         “If you don’t tell me how he is, I will literately cut myself,” I threaten.