I Punched The Bad Boy

-XXVI- My Heart

|CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX|
|MY HEART|

Thea's P.O.V

"I'm dying." My heart stops.

  "What?" I whisper. He coughs and claws at his chest.

  "It hurts, hurts, it hurts," He whimpers. I have never seen Ryder so vulnerable. Shouts echo.

  "Oh my god! Someone call nine-one-one!" Someone screams. Frantic blurs of people run across.

  "Is he okay?!" Another person yells. I ignore them and look into Ryder's eyes, which are rolling back and forth into his head.

"Thea," He wheezes, "I-I lo-" He takes a gasp and goes limp. Tears free fall.

  "Ryder?" I shake his shoulders. The cafeteria goes silent, everybody stops moving. "Ryder, answer me!" I place two fingers under his jaw and press to feel a pulse.

  I hold my breath, prepared to feel something. Anything. But I feel nothing. I start to push on his chest in even paces.

  "Ryder, don't leave me," I beg. A strong sense of dejá vu washes over me. I hear shouts and men rush towards us.

  "How long has he been without pulse?" One man demands. The men prepare to lift him up on a stretcher. Another man places a breathing pump over his mouth and pumps.

  "Not even an minute," I reply shakily. The man nods and they all start to push him. I follow. "Is he going to be okay?" We start to pick up a fast paced jog.

  "I don't know, sweetheart," The man with the breathing pump says, "but we will do everything we can." He soothes. We make it to the ambulance and they pull open the back door.

  A guy pulls out a radio and starts talking. "Patient having heart palpitations. His heart stopped for less than a minute but a girl started performing CPR." Three guys lift him up and I prepare to get in.

  A guy holds his arm out in front of me, "Excuse me, miss. Are you related to him by any chance?" I push his arm away from me with such force he stumbles back.

  "Perra, te juro que si no me dejas entrar voy a meter tus testículos en la garganta de tu mamá." I growl. He seems to have understand-or was scared of my facial expression- and let me through.

  The ambulance starts up and the men start doing all kinds of things to Ryder. I hold his hand, not letting go. I won't let go without any cost. I drop my head so I'm looking at my lap.

  "Ryder," I mumble through the talk of men, "don't go." I swear I feel a slight squeeze. My head pops up to see a straight faced Ryder, with a breathing pump.

  The sirens blare as we zoom by. Within minutes, we reach the hospital. Immediately, we are swarmed by doctors and nurses.

  "Patient barely has a pulse, blood clots in serval places and having trouble breathing." The man who soothed me reports. They start to jog through the hall and I jog with them.