E I G H T| death doesn't discriminate

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PLEASE Read Authors Note at the end. and at the the start lololol

A/n HELLO, I would like to point out I am currently home on (anxiety) leave at the moment, my exams are tomorrow so yeah, this is just me procrastinating. I call it brooke takes a break so her mind is clear, but I think it is procrastinating.

Parts proof read.

L U C A S. (surprise I don't really want to do this but the other pov FAILED)

I watch as the other paramedics lift up the love of my life from the green scraped landing off the fire escape, She's not bleeding which is a good sign, but I can't help but feel the guilt arise as my stomach twists. I could go into full detail of the feeling of the acids and my stomach but I will leave that out cause it is gross. The guilt comes into full swing as Maya picks up my shoe from the step, Yes Riley fell over my shoe, because of the small but there belly when her foot touched the shoe her balance was thrown off. Now our babies life is in the air and we don't know if she will make it. The ear piercing scream of Maya Penelope Hart rings through my ears constantly and I can tell it has imprinted a scar on the memory part of my brain. Maya had come out to check on us because we were taking forever to leave the bedroom, and sometimes Riley needs help, Unlucky for Maya she came as Riley was falling.

Snapping out of my memories I abruptly pull Maya into my chest and feel a liquid spreading around my tshirt. I couldn't bring my self to care, I would do this for any of my friends in a heartbeat. Maya and I are super close friends as well, she has really helped me out and makes sure I don't stuff up anything with Riley. I mean I never intentionally mean to stuff up but I'm a guy I just do, To quote mr squirrels, "Men are idiots". He has always been a weirdly wise man. A million thoughts run through my mind at a pace I can't fathom, what will I do if our baby is gone. She is my favourite thing and I haven't even met her yet.

'death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It takes and it takes but we keep living anyway ' Maya mumbled into my chest, I rose back into reality from her beautiful words, It really was an accurate quote, We know we will die we are pre-destined but we still live. Jesus I didn't know Maya was that wise I mean, That must be stolen from somewhere.

'Where is that from Maya, It's beautiful, It describes fate almost perfectly.' I rasped looking down at her pale face, She was pretty but she was no Riley and she never will be #awks.

'The wise words of Lin-Manuel Miranda, It's from Hamilton, you know the one we cannot get tickets to at all.' Maya fretted, that is the one Riley is always hackling to get tickets to, In her words it is "THE BEST THING TO HAPPEN EVER" no exaggeration at all. I looked up tickets but I couldn't find any for 2 years and I thought she wouldn't want to wait.

'Come on the ambulance is about to leave I figured you would want to go with her.' Maya advised walking me over to the ambulance. Wait since when was I walking, well at least I was not driving, I am out of it. I thanked maya and gave her a light hug before prancing into the ambulance, I had to sit in the passenger seat which I found unusual, shouldn't I be in the back? I watched as we sped through passing cars at a fast rate. I felt like I was in a high speed chase, The adrenaline from the ambulance ride and not knowing about my girlfriends state. I felt a light tap on my shoulder and I was back into reality, I looked at the young man in the paramedic uniform. He had a light smile that was just stretched out enough to show his dimples, I wish I had dimples, Sigh.

'Hello Mr. Friar, Riley is awake and she is doing ok, We won't know about your baby until the hospital sir. Mrs Friar said to tell you she loves you. We will be at the hospital in about 5.' He proposed his hand still firmly on my shoulder, I smiled at the words "mrs Friar", you know it. I mustered a nod and shifted my gaze back onto the road, what a great birthday.

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