don't be a fool [s.m]

chapter 20

shawn

"no no no, amanda, stay with me!!" i shout, holding her unconscious body against my chest with my right arm, dialing 911 with my left hand.

"911, what's your emergency?" the line clicks into a call, the young voice speaking in an almost inaudible tone.

"um, my girlfriend fell on some rocks and hit her head and she's unconscious. we're at the meewasin valley trail. please, hurry," i scream, feeling a drop of water leave a trail of anxiety down my cheek.

from there, everything moved in slow motion. amanda laying in my arms, her eyes closed and lips in their resting position. as i trembled, i connected my lips to hers, the warm feeling i get every time in the pit of my heart, still living.

i slowly remove them from hers, hearing the paramedics begin yelling from the bottom of the trail.

"son, carry her halfway down!" they shouted and i was so quick to my feet, rushing amanda down to them as fast as i could without falling. as i reach the halfway point, they meet me with a stretcher on the flatter area of the trail.

"hop in the back, we're going to need all the information we can get," one medic said and i nodded, wiping my eyes and jumping in the back of the ambulance shortly after they wheel her in.

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we arrive at the nearest emergency room, the paramedics rolling her out faster than i could get to my feet. they rush her away, my body struggling to keep up.

"what's going to happen? is she okay?" i ramble, looking down at her and grabbing her hand.

"sir, we're going to have to ask you to leave," they say and i grow furious.

"what?! no! this is my girlfriend, i need to know what's wrong!" i yell, more and more tears falling down my cheeks each passing second.

"someone get this young lad out of here!" a doctor yells and two large men come around the corner at the end of the hall. they reach me, lifting me up on each side.

"no!" i shout, attempting to kick them off, but it was no use. these guys were four times my size.

they set me down in the waiting room, standing by the doors so i don't rush back in.

"move," i cry breathlessly, trying to push them out of the way. one gives me an apologetic look.

"sorry, bud. you're going to have to stay out here," the other one speaks, crossing his arms. i clench my jaw and ball my fists, sighing in emotional agony. i slowly walk to a seat, softly sitting down, trying to find comfort. there was really no use, i was going to have to wait out here for hours. there's no comfort in that.

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i was right. by the time the doctor came out, i had waited three hours and forty-five minutes.

"anyone here for amanda yates?" i nearly fall out of my seat as the voice interrupts my sleep, but find stability in a standing position.

"m-me, sir," i rush over to him, rubbing my eyes to clear my blurry vision.

"sir," he says, sounding devastated.

"w-what?" i ask, watching his every move.

"amanda, unfortunately, has a bad brain injury. she's sleeping now, but when she wakes up, she won't remember anything or anyone," he explains.

"well, she'll know who i am. she loves me," i say and he looks at me.

"she won't know who you are, sir. i'm so sorry."

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a/n rEALLY intense filler. ;)

xx, char