Marisa-
"Explain why you have to have the big guys with us again?" I tell Ivan as we're sitting to dinner at my favorite Mexican American restaurant On the Border. I'm aware it's a chain, and I'm also aware that its a chain restaurant that's in pretty much ever state, but still, I like it. It's a good simple place to fly under the radar. And now that prom is approaching faster it's really important to stay out of the limelight. Especially now that there's a giant target over my head.
"You know why Mar." Ivan tells me. "It's just until everything's taken care of."
"Don't my parents find this a bit odd?" I ask him, Holland and I agreed, telling my parents was not in the best interest of anyone. Knowing them, they'd have me under house arrest until Darren was found and locked into a high security penitentiary that would never give him parole, and he could never escape from. "I'm constantly being followed around by two buff and burly men, they've got to find it odd."
"They'd be doing the same thing we're doing."
"Waters please, and hold the citrus on everything, I'm allergic." I tell the waitress who's admiring my boyfriend. She gives me a hard glare and turns heel to walk away.
"What's with her? Did someone not tip her last time?"
"She has a major crush on you." I tell him rolling my eyes.
"What can I say, I'm irresistible, and taken, dangerous combination." Ivan says, "Seriously though, I've already got my eyes and heart set on one girl."
"I love you."
"I love you more."
"Two waters," The waitress reappears. We both take a sip of our waters, but suddenly I can't breath I'm suffocating, my vision goes blurry.
"I-" I try to say, "Iv-"
"Where is-" Ivan's voice fades and everything goes black.
Ivan-
"Marisa!" I go to the other side of our booth and pick her up searching frantically through her bag. I wave over her bodyguards and they take her out to the car and I follow after stopping to talk to a manager. "Our waitress tonight, who is she?"
"A trainee."
"She's not been trained very well, my girlfriend is allergic to citrus, she just had an allergic reaction, to something in the water after clearly stating she was allergic to citrus."
"We'll talk to her," One of the managers says as I head out.
"I can't find her pen anywhere." I tell them, I found something that was the right size and plastic, but it wasn't it. I hear sirens in the distance coming closer. Soon a police car is pulling into the parking lot and they begin helping her, He tells me to get into the back seat and they put Marisa in with me, I thread my fingers through her hair as they race to the hospital.
We pull into the emergency entrance and she's rushed to a room. "She's had an allergic reaction, what is she allergic to?" The doctor asks, both officers look to me.
"Citrus." I tell the doctor. He gives me a confused look before heading into the treatment room after her.
I want to head in too, but a nurse catches me and has me sitting doing a stack of paper work.
Name: Marisa Keaton
Date of Birth: April 14
Age: 18
Blood type: AB+
Allergies: Citrus, oranges, lemons, limes, grapefruit etc.
Your name and relationship with patient: Ivan Blakely, boyfriend
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