Can I Have Your Attention Please

Chapter 24: How Are You Feeling

I JUST WANT TO SAY THAT I LOVE YOU ALL VERY MUCH BEFORE I BEGIN THIS CHAPTER.

I ALSO APOLOGIZE IF MY FRENCH IS TERRIBLE! I JUST STARTED LEARNING ABOUT A YEAR AND A HALF AGO!

PREPARE FOR A LONG AS HELL CHAPTER AND DON'T PLAY THE SONG UNTIL I SAY FOR A BETTER EXPERIENCE.

QOC: Video games or movies? ( Video gamesss $$$ )

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Kason's POV
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I don't panic. I generally don't give a shit about anything in my life apart from the people I care about. So this thing I'm doing right now with this unable to think thing and this unable to breathe thing is new to me.

"What the fuck?" I shout, gripping my hair in frustration as I watch the paramedics quickly place Sam onto the gurney. The red and blue lights flashing everywhere are really starting to piss me off. I can't think.

I catch one police officer by the arm when he was walking by, eyes wide. I'm hoping he has some answers about what's wrong with her. "What's happening? Why was she...why—"

"You are American?" The officer asks in a French accent.

"Yeah, that's besides the point," I growl, growing annoyed already. "What's wrong with my girlfri— I mean, my friend?" I shake my head.

"She's having a seizure," he says flatly. "We'll take her to the hospital for biological investigation."

I glare at him as he walks off. He talks about her like she's some sort of science experiment object. She's a person. A beautiful, perfect person. Who is he to say otherwise? Doesn't he have anyone he cares about? I scoff at the thought. With his personality, I doubt anyone cares about him.

I walk up to the ambulance in a rush just as the paramedics load Sam inside, her body violently shaking. She looks like she's in so much pain. I'd do anything to take it away right now.

"Aren't you gonna do anything?!" I yell at the woman. Her partner glares at me with a bored look on his face.

"We're doing everything we can," she assures, moving Sam onto her side. A foamy substance comes from her mouth.

"That doesn't fucking look like it!" I say, getting inside just as the guy was about to close the doors.

I go to Sam's side, eyes wide. "Sam, you're gonna be okay," I promise her. Her body shakes dangerously. I feel myself breathing quickly. I come to the conclusion that I'm scared fucking shitless. For the first time, I'm cold and I can't breathe properly. Terrified.

"She can't hear you. You need to get out. Now. She could die if we don't get her to a hospital," the male paramedic's French accent rings in my head.

I glare at him. "I'm not leaving her. Take us to the hospital before she dies."

"Sir—" the woman tries.

"Now!" I shout, not expecting my voice to break. I would cringe if this weren't any other situation. "Right fucking now!"

The two emergency medics look at each other warily before one of them quickly closes the door. He goes over and pats the metal before the ambulance jerks and takes off. We bump and move around.