Chapter two.
My heart raced as Sebastian continued to choke, and his lips started to get a blueish twinge.
I turned him on his right side, trying to block out the sounds of his cries as I tried to move him as gently as possible.
I sat down beside his head, running my fingers through his hair as his coughing became less severe. "It's okay, you're gonna be fine," I soothed, the boy's eyes squeezed tightly shut as he wheezed and coughed, "you're alright, Seb."
He didn't reply, but locked his eyes with mine. There was panic in them, and it scared me. He was so young. A sophomore, younger than me. Than Kurt or Blaine, Brittany and Quinn. He didn't deserve to die, he didn't deserve any of this.
My stomach flipped as he lifted and turned his head so he could spit and choke up more blood. There were tears streaming down his cheeks as he gagged, along with a thin sheet of sweat on his very pale face.
He squeezed my hand as he let out a strangled cry, it physically hurt me at this point to watch what was happening to the poor boy. It hurt, I hated this boy, but it hurt so bad. "Shh..." I whispered, once again running a hand through his silky hair, "it's okay, Seb, it's okay."
My head shot up as lights and sirens became audible and visible. I felt myself relax, gently squeezing Seb's hand. "It's alright, help is so close, Seb, just hold on."
The next minute was a blur, the paramedics arrived, gently lifting Sebastian onto the stretcher, I tried my hardest to block out the heart wrenching, strangled howl he gave when they moved him.
I watched him pant breathlessly as they began to wheel him towards the ambulance, his chest rose sporadically, pain so clear on his face-
"Wait..." He murmured, getting the attention of everyone, he pointed towards me, "can she come?" He asked, his words were barely audible, I was almost unable to hear them.
The paramedics stayed quiet for about point one seconds before Seb continued. "Please, she saved me." he begged.
My heart broke. His eyes were pouring tears, he sounded so... weak..
"Seb," I whispered, walking over to him, grasping his outstretched hand, "Seb, I can't come with you now, but I'll visit you as soon as possible, okay?"
His sobbing got louder, to the point where he was gasping for breath through the tears. "Please!" He cried, hiccuping, "don't leave me!"
"Seb," I started, trying to get his attention, "Seb! Sebastian!" When I got his attention I continued, "I promise I will be in that hospital room with you as soon as I can be, but right now you need to stop fighting these people and calm down, I'll be with you in just a little bit."
He sniffed as I ran my other hand through his damp hair, calming him down a lot. "It's gonna be okay, Seb," I soothed, "I'll see you in a little bit."
He nodded, still crying a little. "Okay."
I watched as the paramedics got him into the ambulance and drove off, I sighed looking at the time, it was 7:17.
I sighed as I looked around, everything felt so... foggy, blurry... watching Seb in that pain was the only thing I could fully remember.
I pulled out my phone, I looked at my list of contacts, trying to figure out who lived the closest to Lima Bean that I could get them over here and at the hospital in time so Seb wasn't completely freaking out.
I absent mindedly called Quinn. "Hey Quinn, I know it's late," I started, "I'm outside of Lima Bean, I need a ride to the hospital, I'll explain on the way, please, just hurry."
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Trauma.
FanfictionSebastian Smythe is known as the Dalton Academy Warbler's lead singer and bad boy. But what happens when an accident takes place and he can't remember any of the damage he's done as leader of the Warblers? (Written in the point of view of Santana Lo...