"Commencing in Three, Two—" A robotic voiced woman starts speaking and my eyes open, taking in the brightness surrounding me.
Suddenly, a bunch of white dressed people burst in through a door with one of them already starting with the orders. My entire body is asleep but I can still feel the freezing cold hitting my back. I'm only wearing a type of hospital bra.
I didn't even know those existed.
"Stop," I whisper, with no response from anyone. I don't want to go through with the surgery. That bloody doctor made me sleep so that I couldn't debate against the idea.
There's no way I'll still be alive if I'm awake while surgery is performed on me.
"Stop," I mumble again.
"Sir, patient is awake!" One exclaims while looking at me as the others turn rapidly.
"Oh my, okay perform—"
"I need Ethan—" I say, with no control from my brain towards my mouth.
"Perform the—" The main Doctor ignores my comment.
"I need Ethan," I repeat.
"Honey, we can't have anyone in here—" One approaches me.
"I need Ethan!" I say, starting to cry. There are about eight faces hanging above my face. I want my space. I want my own bed. I want Ethan. "Where is Ethan?" I cry.
"Ethan can't be here—"
"I need Ethan!" In a matter of seconds I'm already shaking my body trying to throw myself off this uncomfortable bed.
"Bring in the anesthesia!" One exclaims again.
"I want Ethan! Ethan!" I start screaming at the top of my lungs, not really aware of what I'm doing. "Ethan!" My voice is ready to crack any time.
"I'm here! I'm here, Amelia!" Someone suddenly bursts in through the door, grabbing my hand and kneeling down onto the floor. "I'm here, it's me," Ethan assures. "I'm here,"
At this point I realise I'm laying flat on my stomach with my head sideways instead of being stuck in between the hole of the hospital bed. "I don't want surgery, Ethan," I sniff, my face already showered with tears.
"I know, love, I know," He whispers, his breath caressing my face. "Just hold on, okay? Here, put this mask on," He indicates, reaching out from behind me while everyone around us simply stares. "Put it on," He says, and puts it on my mouth while I close my eyes. "Good, good. Now all I want you to do is relax and breathe. Can you do that for me?" I nod slowly, and he whispers "Good," a couple of times after repeating "Just breathe,"
"You're doing amazingly. Now, I'm staying here okay? I'm not gonna leave you. Just sleep and relax," He reinforces tenderly.
My eyes fall closed. Then, my brain shuts down.
Thank you, Ethan.
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The Unstereotypical Rich Girl
Fanfictionroses are red he's the best thing i've seen i remember his eyes my brown meeting his green Amelie is forced to be the perfect girl. Everything is going as planned until she is forced to love Ethan; the boy who comes in and changes her plans complete...
