{BOOK 1} I Thought We Would Be Safe - Paulkins/TGWDLM fanfic

Chapter 6 - Emma's injury

Emma looked at Paul, Paul was obviously confused and looked back at her. Emma cleared her throat, "Eh, doctor Field, I think there's something you should know about professor Hidgens... He, and those friends you were talking about, what were their names? Stewie?"

"Stu?" the doctor corrected her.

"Yes. And, eh..."

"Greg." Everyone was silent for a few seconds.

"They're dead."

The doctor gasped, "What? I How do you-" "They died." Emma interrupted him, "I saw it happen."

They were quiet for around a minute; it was an awkward silence. A tear rolled down the cheek of doctor Field, who quickly wiped it away, "Thank you for telling me." He stood up from his chair, "Let me take a look at your leg."

Paul walked towards Mark, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm perfectly fine!" the doctor said, a bit too aggressive for someone who's perfectly fine. "Let me take a look at your leg." he repeated.

Paul helped Emma sit on a table and smiled at her, "It's okay." he whispered. Dr. Field took the bandage off her leg, his hands were shaking.

Emma bit on her lip; it hurt a lot, but she was too scared to say something about it. Mark threw the bandage in the trash and looked at the wound, which was bleeding again. "That's a huge wound you got there. What happened?"

Emma sighed, "There was an apocalypse in Hatchetfield, and we we're the only survivors. Long story short: we tried to escape in a helicopter, but the pilot was evil and we crashed, but I wasnt wearing my seatbelt. It went really fast."

Dr. Field chuckled, "Always wear seatbelts."

Emma rolled with her eyes, "I know, but that wont help right now." The doctor walked to his desk and opened a drawer. He took a small flask out of it and took the lid off. He filled a pipette with the liquid that was in it, his hands were shaking so heavily it was a miracle he didnt spill anything on the floor.

Emma was scared and looked at Paul. Paul was looking at the what the doctor was doing, after a few seconds he looked at Emma, when he saw she was looking at him he grabbed her hand and whispered: "It's okay, I'm here, I'll be there for you."

Dr. Field walked towards them, holding the pipette filled with a purple liquid in his hand. "Kelly, wait, no, I'm just going to call you Emma, thats easier. Emma, listen to me." he said, "I have to clean the wound. It will hurt. A lot, probably." Emma looked down; she was so scared that she couldn't even think properly. "Just try to hold your leg still. It'll be done after a few minutes."

Emma closed her eyes; she didn't even care anymore. Everything she loved was gone: her house, her friends, her cat. When she thought about her cat, she didn't know if she got happy or sad. It was a beautiful, white cat his eyes were both a different color, his name was Alex. Was he dead? Emma didn't know.

She felt Paul squeeze in her hand. She opened her eyes and looked at him, he smiled at her, "Try to relax, it'll be over before you know." Emma rested her head against his chest, he stroked her hair. She felt safe with him, even though they've only known each other for a few weeks.

The doctor had put on some of those plastic gloves. Emma closed her eyes and grabbed Pauls shirt, "Paul, I'm scared."

"It's okay, I'm here." He wrapped his arms around her.

A few seconds later she felt something cold dripping onto her leg. It relieved the pain at first, but soon it started to feel like her leg was on fire. She grabbed hold of Pauls shirt, he was whispering sweet words to her, trying to calm her down, while Emma squealed in pain.