Cold | Calum Hood Fanfic

Thirteen

To the side are screenshots and fan-art of Suna no Gaara from the animes Naruto & Naruto Shipudden. Some of us Otakus call him call him Panda-Chan, even if -Chan goes after a girl's name not a boy's.

(I guess you're supposed to say their names backwards in Japan. Suna no Gaara?)

(sOO-nuh) (nō) (gar-uh)

CHAAAAA!!!!
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As I walked down the gray side walk of the vacant city streets, I felt so secluded in a loner's ghost town.

Oddly, no one was around. An unfamiliar face on the occasion. But nothing more.

As I passed an alleyway, bulky hands roach out, tugging me into the shadows. I scram out my lungs, but fingers constricting my airways made this harder. So, only chokes escaped the restraint.

The assaulter drug me down the aisle, pounding my body against the wall. His rough chapped lips, full of cracks smacked against my own, making me want to gag. I felt haze cloaking my blurred vision, till his grip fell from my throat.

My body collapsed, convulsions overlapping my figure, as I coughed my lungs out. At least that's how it felt. That's how hard I was hacking the air out, to widen my airway.

I continued to wheeze, breaths not even beginning to ease its path down the Trachea, filling the Alveoli like helium balloons. At this moment, I noticed for the first time, someone grazing their gentle fingers down my spine.

Lifting my head, I came face to face with Ashton. I nearly jumped out of my britches, but he held me down.

"You alright?"

I nodded, a cough exploding, before I spoke with the little voice that remained, "Thank you.... Would you mind taking me home?"

"Yeah, but maybe we should have your neck checked out? You sound pretty bad...."

"I'm fine.... Just a little cough."

Just as those words left the tip of my tongue, I hacked out air. While, another frog sat in my throat.

Ashton took grasp on my hand pulling me up, the speed leaving me off balanced. As a side affect, I fell into his chest, before regaining as much composer I could manage to muster up, "We're going, don't argue!" He ordered, looking down.

I sighed, walking beside him, but not without clinging as we passed by the unconscious man.

Once we were out the dead-end, Ashton nor I bother letting go of the other.

It wasn't long before we arrived at the hospital, where we asked for a nurse.

The blonde haired nurse that treated me, was rather young. In her mid-twenties, or so.

She tilted back my head, touching around my neck, checking if my throat had collapsed during the ordeal. That wasn't all she did, either. Along with listening to my breaths, and looking down my throat, she checked my heart beat just incase.

"You look fine, are you coughing anything up?"

"Just some slimy stuff."

"Okay, I think you swallowed your own saliva. Which is causing your lungs to fill with less air, leaving you breathless. As a natural mechanism, your body is trying to relieve the strain, by coughing up the liquid. But you'll be fine. Next time be more careful."

"Thank you," Ashton spoke for me.

"It's my job, but you can also come back anytime you like."

We nodded, then making our way to my home.