He calls me blue.

34 (TWTW)

At 2:34 in the morning, paramedics arrived at Hope's apartment.

Kyle was trying to call her but each time it would just went straight to voicemail. He got so worried that he went to her home.

He knocked on the door for three and a half minutes before deciding to just force the door open. It wasn't easy, but he was so determined that it only took a few tries.

Kyle was the one who found her half dead body on her bed. At first it seemed she was just asleep, so he let go of all of his worry and tapped her shoulder for her to wake up.

But then she didn't wake up.

He checked her pulse, shouting when he felt how fucking slow it was going. He was quick to get ahold of 911 and soon enough they were on their way.

He held her the entire time, cradling her head and holding her hand. He was sobbing so extremely hard when the paramedics finally showed up that he didn't hear them come in and freaked out when someone was pulling her out of his arms.

"Please save her. I can't lose her. Please-"

His crying became too much that he shut his mouth and dropped down to his knees. He cradled his face and screamed into them. This was too much. Too damn much.

The paramedics completely ignored him, getting in and out on only a two minutes.

"Please god don't let her die. Let her live. Trade her life for mine. Please. " Kyle whispered into his hands. He wasn't very religious at all, but he found comfort in talking out loud, as if someone was listening.

"Please, don't take her away from me. "

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