I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works. They’re not supposed to just hang up. I don’t know though. I call for his parents. They stumble in slowly. They almost have a heart attack when they see all the blood. The sheets are soaked now. I tell his mom to get something for me to replace the sheets. She looks shocked but listens and returns a few seconds later with some towels. I try to carefully remove the sheets but the blood made them stick. I have to pull harder then I had hoped and Austin let out a small cry of pain. Then I see his arms again. They’re red and puffy around the cuts and I see the blood start to bubble up to the surface before it drips down his pale arms. I then press the sheets back down on his arms. Austin cries out again. They’re meager cries, but that better than the alternative.
I threw the sheets away from me. I felt water on my hands and realized I was crying. I had to hold it together. The paramedics had to get here soon.
His eyes slid shut. “Austin stay with me. God dammit Austin, wake up!” I sobbed, “Austin stay with me. Please,” I beg. He slowly opens his eyes and I start to cry more, “Thank you! Okay now keep them open! Someone will be here to help soon.” Then I hear a knock on the door. I yell at his dad to go get it. A minute later paramedics come in the room. They take Austin out of my arms and put him on the stretcher. Before they take him away I whisper “It’s gonna be ok.” I’m not sure it was for him. It was more for me. I needed some kind of assurance he was going to be ok.
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The Final Call
RomanceWARNING! This story could trigger some readers! Please use caution! Ally had never lived an ordinary life. She was a successful, published author before high school. She'd always had her troubles, but nothing like this. When her boyfriend tries to...