Just Your Basic Love Story

Chapter 12: The Attack

The ambulance came as fast as I had called them. They pulled the spasming Tim onto a gurney. My eyes welled up with tears. My heart was sinking into the black hole of nothingness, of my old life. The life I didn't want. Tim just lay there having some sort of attack that is all because of my freak of a sister, or she was considered my sister; and I couldn't do anything about it.

"I have experience doctor, I'm studying medicine." I spoke to him professionally that it shocked myself. It was true, I was studying medicine as an elective. 

"Come with me." The man picked me up and wheeled me into the ambulance parked out in front of the Peter's house. Mrs. Peters and Mr. Peters were standing in front of the ambulance crying. They just stood there, like statues.

"Take care of my son." Said Mrs. Peters. Mr. Peters had a box of tissues held out for his crying wife. I felt so bad, because my "sister" had caused all this, yet I couldn't do anything.

A man from the ambulance approached Mr. and Mrs. Peters. "You're son seems to be possessed." I froze. I swear my heart skipped a million beats. Taylor, possessed him. 

"Oh, no!" Mrs. Peters bawled. Her tears were flying out of her eyes like rain falls from clouds. I couldn't stand to see her like this, so I wheeled farther into the ambulance. 

After a while, we headed towards the hospital. I held Tim's hand the whole time. We reached the hospital and Tim seemed to be the same, spasms here and there. It wouldn't stop. I began to cry, and my tears dripped down my arm onto his hand. My eyes closed, and I squeezed his hand every time I felt pain. Finally, he squeezed back.

"Doctor!" I called to the man sitting next to me.

"What?" He shot back. I looked at Tim.

"He squeezed back!" I was so happy. "He squeezed my hand, he squeezed!" I was out of control.

"Doctors, doctors, come. He's awake." The doctor got attention of other doctors in the ambulance. There faces looked at me as if I was insane.

"Maybe you should give him a dose of an anti-histamine. His head will hurt so maybe a pain killer." I told the doctors what he would need, which was awkward, because they were frozen in shock.

"What, why are you all so shocked?" I was beginning to get tears in my eyes. I didn't know if they were happy, or if they were sad.

"He, he didn't have a pulse. He was, dead." The doctors weren't lying, because his squeezing stopped, and his hand fell down, lifeless.