Patrick Stump and His Lawyer Lady (WARNING CONTAINS EROTICA) #wattys2015

Chapter 23: Hell

PETE’S POV

I woke up to pain shooting through me and a pounding head ache. It was only then I realized that I was upside down in the car – the only thing holding me in place was my seat belt. I looked over to see if Tony was ok. She was unconscious and looked bad. There were glass cuts everywhere on her body and she looked even paler than before.

I kept screaming at her to wake up as I got myself out of the car. Once I was out I ran to her side and slowly pulled her out of the car. Her pulse was so weak – I didn’t know what I was going to do if I couldn’t get help soon. She was bleeding out from all the cuts and I couldn’t stop it.

I picked her up and carried her up the embankment where a car stopped immediately as they saw us. It was a woman in her late 20’s with red hair and she was dressed for a night out.

“Oh my God, what happened?” The stranger started. “Never mind, just get her in the car!”

I had never been so grateful for a stranger in my life. In less than ten minutes we were outside an emergency room and the doctors were working on Tony. They insisted I get checked out too.

I heard the sound of a heart rate monitor I thought was hers. Still so slow, I didn’t know what to do. I got my phone out and called Patrick.

“Patrick, there’s been a car accident. Tony’s is not doing ok. I don’t think she’s going to make it.” As I said this, I started balling my eyes out. Why hadn’t she just let me drive damn it! Why had I fallen asleep?

Patrick was freaking out. I got Joe and Andy on the line too. Everyone was on their way to the hospital. As soon as they got there, the doctor asked all of us to join her in her office.

“Gentlemen, as you can see, things are not going well with Miss Oliveira. She’s lost a massive amount of blood and she has several fractures along with the fact that her body seems to have gone into shock before the accident even happened. Health-wise, she’s not in great shape which makes it harder to help her. She seems to have been going through undue amounts of stress which has affected her immune system. What I would like to ask of all of you is to donate a sample of your blood so we can see who’s is compatible with her blood type and then maybe if the suitable donors would be able to donate some blood? We would be able to thin it out so she could get as much back into her but I’m going to be honest and say this is not a guaranteed thing.”

I stood up and asked the question everyone had been thinking anyway. “When you say it’s not guaranteed she’ll make it, what are her chances?”

The doctor looked down. “I hate being the one who has to do things like this because it’s painful for not just the family but to see their reactions. This is a shot in the dark. I would say there’s a 20% chance of her pulling through this. Her system is just too frail to cope with the amount of damage that’s been done.”

My face turned to stone. “You did this to her Patrick. You messed her around so bad that it even got to her health and now she’s fighting for her life but it’s completely irrelevant because of how she stressed you had her!”

Patrick glared back at me. “I’m not the one who offered her a job in a new town. That’s on you and Andy.”

“She took the job to get away from YOU Patrick! You were drowning her in your miserable pathetic little drunken exploits!” I bellowed at him.

The Doctor got involved. “Gentlemen, that is more than enough now. There is no point sitting here arguing over what got us where we are. We need a solution – will you all do the blood samples or not?”

I pushed past Patrick on the way out. “Yeah, I’m going to go and see if I can save my girlfriend.”

PATRICK’S POV