Saving Elliot one-shot! I'm actually not British so please bear with my way of writing. I tried though. Haha. I also tried to make it shorter but without much luck. But anyway, enjoy!
The song for this one-shot is Over the Love by Florence + The Machine. It's over there-->
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January 26th. I walked to the door of the Jensens’ house, clutching my bag in one hand and knocking on the door with the other. It’s been so long since I spent the night here and I’m a bit nervous. This was home. But was it still as welcoming as before? Would they still take me in?
I took my chance when I flew back here with my mom and Vi. As soon as we sorted our messed up lives, we decided that England is where we needed to be. Where I needed to be… and my family has accepted that.
Nobody answered the door so I knocked again. It was so early in the morning after all. Maybe they’re still asleep. I dropped my bags at my side and sat on the doorstep. I’ll just wait for them to wake up.
“Nobody’s home, boy,” a voice called. I looked up and saw the Jensens’ neighbor – an old lady who was drinking tea outside.
“Where are they?” I asked.
“They’re at the hospital. Been spending most of their time there now,” the lady answered.
“Hospital?” I asked. Why would they be at the hospital?
The old lady took a sip of her tea and smiled sadly. “I reckon their daughter’s ill.”
Their daughter. Jensen.
After I asked the lady told me what hospital the Jensens were at, I thanked her and got moving.
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I stood at the door of Room 20, catching my breath. As soon as I got out of the cab, I sprinted to the lobby and asked their room number and ran to Elliot’s room. I’ve always hated hospitals but at the moment I heard that the Jensens’ daughter was ill, I had nothing on my mind but that I had to see her. I had to look at those electric blue eyes and wild curly blonde locks and know that she was okay.
I knocked softly on the door and silence welcomed me. The Jensens were there. All of them. They all stared at me, eyes filled with shock. Then I scanned the room and saw her. Jensen. If it were someone else, they probably wouldn’t recognize her. But I would recognize her anywhere. She was thinner and dark circles brimmed her eyes as if she stayed up all night studying. She was pale too and the sight of her like that made me weak. What happened?
“Elliot,” I said weakly, looking straight at her sad eyes.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice was hoarse.
“I—” Istarted but was cut off by a beeping sound and the sight of Elliot struggling for air. She’s crying by then and I dropped my bag on the floor.
“Her heart rate’s erratic again!” Mrs. Jensen shouted as she ran to Elliot’s side. “Honey, Elliot, breathe.”
“Mac, call the doctor!” Harry shouted.
The rest of the happenings were mayhem. The Jensens were panicking, the doctor came with 3 nurses and they scampered to put her on a gurney and ran to the ER. She can’t breathe. She was unconscious. What was happening?
The room fell into silence once more and I was left with Arthur who sat on the bench again.
“Hey,” he greeted. “How was the flight?”
