Imagines Book

2. Emergency

Your and his age is 21.
NO MATURE CONTENT. (E)

You

"Dad? Dad are you okay?" I panic as he grasps his chest, near his heart. His mouth is open and his body is slightly shaking.

"He's having a heart attack! Call 911!" Shouts my mother, out of her, panicking.

"Please send an ambulance to 4290 Highland Avenue... My dad is dying" I scream to the house telephone. I'm crying so hard that my head hurts. My dad might die tonight and I can't really do nothing for him.

Through the front door come the paramedics with a stretcher. They lay my dad on it and push him into the ambulance taking his information and what happened from my mom. They part, she in the vehicle with my dad.

I get in my car and drive after them. I get to the hospital and they take my dad to the emergency room.

I go to the front desk asking if they know anything. I can't find my mom and I feel like the world is falling on top of me. "My dad might die tonight and I can't do nothing for him" Is the only thing I can think of as I feel useless reproducing the image of him, sitting at the dinning room table, not being able to breathe or talk, a horrid expression on his face.

I pace back and forth, thinking the worst could happen. Imagining my life without my dad, seeing it wouldn't be easy to let him go. My breath hitches as my throat closes. I can't breathe properly.

Suddenly, a male nurse approaches me, watching me fall apart. He stops me from pacing and looks at me, making movements with his hand signaling me to breathe. I take a deep breath and feel my tears fall as the memory of my dad comes back.

Catching him by surprise, I hug him tight. I let the frustration go as I fill his uniform with my tears. He's quite fit, hard muscles and tall. I can't see his faces, the tears making it blurry and blocking my sight.

My breathing goes back to normal as he comforts me. I read the tag on his shirt that says "Dolan". I look up to his face as my tears dry off. I see his perfect features: his beautiful eyes that look at me with hope, his pink chapped lips, his incredible sharp jawline and his mole on the cheek.

My head snuggles on his chest once again as blush creeps onto my cheeks realizing that such a handsome guy is comforting some helpless girl like me.

In my sight approaches my mother crying like I've never seen. My dad comes back to my mind and my breath goes away once again, stopping me from breathing.

The male nurse notices and drags me to the chairs. He sits down and straddles me on his lap. I cry harder now, knowing that my dad might be dead and I'm not by his side.

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y throat is completely closed and no air goes through my veins. I close my eyes prepared to leave this world and die of suffocation.

I can't hear the people talking nor the nurses rushing through the hallways anymore. I'm sure that I'm dying, the numb feeling in my body confirms it. A pair of lips catch my attetion as the touch mine. I really hope it's the handsome guy that comforted me not long ago.

I kiss back. It becomes a long kiss. The best kiss I've ever shared with someone. After a few minutes, our lips separate and I already miss him. I look at him, with a grin on his face. I'm able to breathe again.

"Thank you" I place a kiss on the crook of his neck. "No problem beautiful. I'm here to save lives..."

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