My Deal With The Devil's Son

Chapter 22

Louisa's P.O.V

I cradled Daniel's head to my chest, rocking back and forth. I couldn't think straight, all I could focus on was the mass of blood all around me, covering Daniel. I was a complete mess and Daniel was worse!

He blacked out, his head falling to the side as he was unable to support himself. Another wave of panic washed over me and I found myself sobbing again. I couldn't loose him, not now, not ever! I needed him. He had become a safety net for me and I couldn't function without him.

With that thought my hands aimlessly searched for my cell phone along the floor. I wiped the tears away from my eyes to allow me to see where it was but they came back seconds later. I reached for it on the coffee table, my vision blurred. I made sure not to move to much with Daniel's head on my lap, I couldn't let him be hurt anymore.

I took two long deep breaths in attempt to compose myself before dialling 911.

"911 Emergency," the operator answered.

"I need an ambulance, quick! My boyfriend's bleeding badly and I don't know why!" I wailed down the phone, it was no use, I was inconsolable, I just wanted my Daniel, my loving boyfriend to wake up and tell me this was all a stupid joke. He didn't, he still lay there while the woman in the end of the line asked me questions about my whereabouts and my name.

After giving her all the details she required, I waited impatiently for the paramedics to come, a fresh round of tears filling my eyes.

"Please be okay baby, don't leave me. Open your eyes," I whispered in Daniel's ear, kissing his closed eyelids, hoping to see them flutter open. I sniffed and let out a strangled moan, barely keeping myself together.

The paramedics soon came, bursting through my door. I had never been so happy to see the green uniforms in my life.

"Miss please stand back," one of the guys ordered.

Like a child I obeyed, letting them do what they had to. They inspected him, checking for a pulse.

"Okay, get him on a stretcher. He has a pulse but it's weak, he's going to need surgery, he has a bullet wound to the left shoulder. Get him down quickly, he doesn't have much time."

I gasped hearing the word bullet being mentioned. He couldn't have been shot! I continued to cry as she wheeled him out of my apartment, following behind making sure to grab my phone and purse. One of the paramedics helped me down the stairs as I wept into his shoulder and into the ambulance.

The back of the ambulance was crowded. They attempted to clean Daniel up but they couldn't do much as the bullet could only be removed in surgery. They just kept monitoring his pulse, assessing how bad his condition was and writing down notes. I sat by his side clinging to his hand praying he would pull through this. None of this was fair!

The drive seemed to take forever but we were finally there. I still kept hold of Daniel's hand as he was rushed into the hospital, everyone clearing the hallways as they saw us approaching.

Daniel's face looked dangerously pale and I felt sick with worry, his lips were taking on a shade of blue unlike their usual soft pink. His hand was warm enough to know he was still alive but not it's usual comforting warmth.

Doctors rushed out of the theatre taking the gurney which Daniel lay on and wheeling him through the double doors. Another held me back as I attempted to follow.

"I'm sorry miss, only family members allowed," he said apologetically.

"He's my boyfriend, he has no family with him, please let me through," I pleaded.