A/N: Okay, so before you guys start reading this chapter, I just want to thank you guys for the 1K+ reads. Honestly, I never thought that someone would read my story.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jonah's P.O.V
I can't believe what I have just seen in my own eyes. Iris kissing Cyrus. I never thought that I would be able to use those words in a sentence.
This is why I have trust issues, I thought to myself.
I ran off, crying. Later, I hear someone following me.
Cyrus.
"Jonah, wait!!" He says, screaming.
I just kept running, because I felt something that I always feel whenever I see Cyrus with someone else before.
Jealousy.
"Jonah, please!! Stop!! I'm not that very good of a runner, so please!!!" He kept shouting.
All of a sudden, he stopped. I know that because I stopped hearing footsteps from behind my back.
He stopped, which made me to stop and look back.
~~~~~~~~~ Cyrus's P.O.V
I stopped as soon as my breathing became heavier, something that I haven't felt in a long time.
I was panting like crazy, and my breathing started to become heavier and heavier every second.
I need my inhaler, I thought to myself.
But where is it??
I kept searching for my pockets. Nothing.
Oh, crap.
I started sitting down near the streetlight because I couldn't take it anymore.
"Jonah!! H-help!" I started yelling.
"J-jonah! P-please!" I yelled. I can tell that he was hesitating, because he was looking where to go.
My chest was starting to hurt like crazy, and I needed immediate medical attention. I started crying, and it was a bad choice.
All it did was hurt my chest more.
~~~~~~ Jonah's P.O.V
I have to choose between two things. Either one, save my boyfriend who just cheated on me a couple of minutes ago, or just leave and forget about this. I honestly don't know what to do.
But I think I did the right thing... Or not.
I decided to help him.
"Cyrus! Are you okay?" I say, holding his chin.
"J-Jonah..." He says. "Am I going to be okay?"
"Yes you are. Just stay here and let me call an ambulance." I reply.
"O-okay."
I started calling 911. Good thing I have them on speed dial.
On the phone: 911, what's your emergency?
Jonah: Hello? Yes, I need immediate help right away. My boyfriend just started running after me after I ran away from him, but I forgot that he has some sort of lung malfunction, I don't really know, and his breathing's getting shorter and shorter every minute. He forgot to bring his inhaler with him today, and I'm just really worried that something bad might happen to him. Please, send help.
On the phone: Okay, sir. We just need your exact location and we'll be on the way.
Jonah: Okay, umm... I'm right in front of umm... Hold on... Oh... 92 umm... Washington St., Park City, Utah. (A/N: I had to make up that one. Sorry, lol)
On the Phone: OK, sir. We found your location and help is already on its way. Please wait for a few moments for them to arrive.
Jonah: OK, sir. Thanks so much.
On the Phone: Anytime, sir. It's our job to keep our people safe.
I hung up the phone, relieved that help will be on the way.
But as I turned around, I saw something that made me nervous again.
I see Cyrus. Lying down.
Eyes closed.
He must've blacked out because his breathing has shortened, I thought to myself.
I had to give him CPR immediately, so I did.
Help then came. Finally.
"Sir, were you the one who called for help?" Said one of the paramedics.
"Yes, I am."
He motioned the other paramedics to pull out the gourney, so they would help me put Cyrus down on it.
I rode on the ambulance with him, holding his hand.
"You're going to be okay," is what I can only say at this time. It was because I was crying/sobbing, and I don't know what else to say and do.
