Anna & her Alphas

Fourteen: Ill Little Anna

Adam's POV

My heart runs cold when Anna closes her eyes and her breathing becomes minimal and ragged.

I can hear feet pounding up the stairs.

"PLEASE! SOMEBODY HELP!" I shout in distress.

Tears run down my cheeks as I look at my very ill sister in my arms. Her face is scarily white, ghost like with deep red gashes and a purple, swollen nose. Not forgetting my blood soaked top covering her puncture and her bloody duvet beneath us. Everything just smells of blood. Gross and smothering.

Thankfully, almost immediately, the ambulance crew run in (and Logan) and take her away and lay her on a stretcher. Instantly they put an oxygen breathing mask on her with various tubes and strap her in. They also inspect her puncture in her tummy with one murmur "she's lucky to be alive" (hardly reassuring) and also check her (probably) broken nose and very bloody cuts.

"Sir, we have to get her to the hospital now so she can be operated on immediately. The puncture will need to be cleaned flushed out and stitched up. She's a lucky girl to even be breathing at this point but we need to act fast if she's gonna make it," a paramedic says.

"So-so are you saying she might not ma-make it?" Logan's voice cracks.

"We have to give her the best chance. She's got a good chance if we are fast. Time is precious." And with that, they rush away with my little sister on a stretcher.

She's practically on her deathbed. No. I can't say that. I have to be strong.

Me and Logan both let tears run freely down our cheeks.

"She has to make it, she has to!" Logan says.

"Don't worry bro, she'll fight," I reply. "She's strong."

But who am I to say everything's gonna be okay?

It's my fault. None of this would have happened if we made her come with us or if we didn't order the stupid pizza in the first place. Why, WHY didn't we just have lunch at home in the first instance?!

How am I gonna tell Sally and Dad? Or Brett and Louis? Those two will kill me...and whoever did that to Anna.

"C'mon, it's no use standing here. We have to go to the hospital," I try to pull myself together.

We grab a hoodie each, and phones, wallets, keys and run out of the house obviously locking the door behind us.

I drive as fast as I can under the speed limit to the hospital. It takes just over five minutes.

Me and Logan rush in and go to the reception area to ask where Anna is.

"Hi, our sister has just been rushed to hospital by ambulance. Her name is Anna Hill. Where is she please?" I speak quickly to the receptionist.

She nods and types and clicks away on her laptop - "they're preparing her to go straight into surgery. You won't be able to see her until she's out of the operation and if the doctors allow it. I suggest you wait here in the waiting room. It could be a long wait though."

"Okay, thanks," Logan replies.

We both go and find a quiet, empty corner in the waiting area.