~Ryder's POV~
I sat on the hospital floor leaning against the wall waiting for Sebastian, Juily, and Logan to come. It's been five minutes since they put Nichole in the emergency room and honestly it's felt like hours.
I can't lose her. I don't want to let her go. I've grown on to her. She makes me happy.
I love you too.
Nichole's words rang through my head. It's my fault I should've gone with her to her 'parent's' house. She wouldn't be in this situation if I didn't listen to her. We should be home laughing and smiling to each other as we do stupid things, like roll off the bed. I smile as her laugh rings through my ears. Just as Sebastian, Logan, and Juily come in running the emergency doors open, a man probably in his early 50's comes out with a wary expression. I quickly stand up rushing to the doctor.
"How is she? Is she alive? Please tell me she's alive. Can we see her? Is she awake? How is she?" I repeat the question.
"Doctor h-how is N-Nichole?" Juily ask.
"Are any of y'all her family?" The doctor asks.
"No her parents died four or five years ago and her adoptive parents are the reason she is here." I say angrily.
"I'm sorry—"
"No!" I say shaking the doctor.'
"She's has to be alive!" I shout at him. Sebastian holds me back along with Logan.
"She's in a poor condition, she's lost a lot of blood. Are any of y'all able to donate blood—" I cut him off by quickly answer.
"I'll donate. I'll donate. What type of blood?" I ask in a hurry.
"O negative." He answers with a sigh.
"It's a rare blood type. We sadly ran out." The doctor sighed sadly.
I look at Sebastian who shakes his head, then at Juily who shakes her head sobbing, and at Logan who shakes his head containing his tears.
"No, no, no, no. NO!" I shout as I punch the nearest wall.
"I'm sorry—" The doctor was cut off by an unfamiliar male voice.
"I'll donate. I'm O negative." All five heads snap towards the man who looks to be in his late 40's. He looks awfully familiar he has a Spanish accent probably Hispanic. His dark brown hair has a couple of white strands. A few wrinkles here and there. He was very tall and fit for his age. He was dressed in a dark colored suit. He had a worried expression.
Juily gasp and we turn to look at her.
"M-Mr. Lopez." Her voice cracks. He nods as the doctor tells him to follow.
"What's going on?" I ask Juily who just sits on a hospital chair shocked. Whose Mr. Lopez? Who the fuck is he? Dark brown hair, Spanish accent, tan-ish skin—and everything clicks.
Lopez—Nichole's last name. Spanish accent and Hispanic looking—Nichole. Brown hair—Nichole. Could he be Nichole's dad? No, that can't be possible. He died in a car accident along with his wife. Could he have gotten out. But why show up now?
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