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Injured Hand (Paramedic!Luke)

Rebekah was having one the worst days of her life today. First her bullies poured a smoothie on her during lunch, then her mom called saying she couldn't pick her up from school, and to top it all off her mom said she wouldn't be home until 10:00.

So after school she walked home in the rain. Rebekah's house wasn't close to the school so she had to walk for over an hour.

There was no doubt that she had a cold now but it's not like her mom would care. So Rebekah decided that she would make her self some soup when she got home.

After walking for more than a hour in the cold rain Rebekah finally got home. She  quickly ran to her room and changed into dry clothes. Glad she was finally not shaking from how cold she was

She began to start making the soup. She really didn't want to be sick, especially since her mother wouldn't care and would probably make it worse.

Rebekah decided that she wanted veggie soup. So She grabbed some carrots, cabbage, spinach and some ground beef. This was one of the few meals that she knew how to make.

Her mother not being there half the time Rebekah had to step up and take care of her herself .

Rebekah's POV

I was cutting the carrots when my hand slipped causing the knife I was using the slice into my palm. I screamed in pain. This. Is. Not. Good.

"Fuck," tears of pain began rolling down my face. I knew I had get stitch's but I don't have any money.

The cut was long and deep, it was bleeding fast. I had no choice but to call 911. I didn't want to bleed to death. I quickly dialed the well known number.

"911 whats your emergency,"

"Um I-I was cutting vegetables and m-my hand slipped- it's bleeding really bad," I felt tears brim my eyes.

"Okay ms stay calm. Where did you cut yourself," she operator asked.

"My palm," I cried. I can't be crying right now. I need to keep myself together.

"Can you make it to a hospital," they asked.

"No I can't. I think I'm about to pass out," the tears just kept rolling down my face.

"Alright stay on the line an ambulance is on its way," they spoke.

I didn't reply. I had to focus on my breathing in order to not pass out. Which was becoming harder by the second.

I was relieved when I heard sirens. I hope that's the ambulance.

"Is that the ambulance," the 911 operator asked. She must have heard the sirens.

"Yea I think," I replied out of breath. Why was it so hard to breath right now.

"Okay good I'm going to let you go the paramedics will take care of you,"

"Thank you," I breathed out.

"Your welcome stay safe,"

"Ms we're the paramedics can you open the door," I head a male say from outside the front door.

Okay I'm okay.

"Hold on," my vision started to become blurred.

I ran or rather attempted to run to the door. I knew I was loosing to much blood to fast. I was going to pass out soon.

I made it to the door. As soon as I opened it I collapsed. Why was I loosing so much blood. This isn't normal.

"She collapsed," I heard a paramedic say to one right next to him.

"Her hand it bleeding to much, She's loosing a lot of blood,"

"I'll get her,"

I felt my body being lifted off the ground. Everything was moving in slow motion.

I was placed on a bed or something like a bed.

"Can you tell me your name," I was asked.

"I-it's Rebekah," I slurred out. It was becoming harder to stay awake and form proper words.

"Okay Rebekah how old are you,"

"I'm 16,"

"Are you allergic to any medication,"

"I don't know," I groaned when I felt him touch my hand. I pulled it away.

"No i need to put a temporary bandage over it so you don't bleed out,"

"Fuck," I cover my face with my arm.

"I know it hurts I'm sorry," he apologized in a calming tone.

"Why am I loosing so much blood," I asked. I needed to know. This has never happened before. Granted I've never stabbed myself in the hand.

"I believe your blood is thin, that usually makes people bleed more," he answered.

"Oh is that bad,"

"No it can be treated with medication," he replied covering me with a blanket.

How did he know I was cold.

"What's your name,"

"Luke,"

Luke that's a nice name. I feel like you could trust someone named Luke.

"Nice,"

He laughed. What did he find funny.

"What's so funny,"

"I'm glad you can trust me," he chuckled.

Oh did I say that out loud.

"Yes you did,"

"I'm sorry," I said. Suddenly feeling like I was annoying him.

"What are you sorry for. You didn't do anything wrong," he asked reaching beside him. I turned to see what he was doing. I had an iv in my hand. That's why I was acting like that.

"I just thought I was being annoying, now I know why," I said feelings drowsy.

"Your not being annoying you just have pain medication in your system. Which I see is about to knock you out," he smiled.

"It is not," I pouted.

"Close your eyes sweetheart we're almost to the hospital,"

That means I won't see him again. I was really starting to like him.

"No then I won't see you again," I kept my eyes open.

"You might, and it's not like you can fight the medicine,"

My eye lids became heavy. He was right.

"Sleep well,"

A/n: yes I know you don't normally get an ambulance for a cut hand, BUT here's the thing Rebekah has thin blood meaning she bruises easily AND bleeds a lot more. She was loosing a lot of blood and if she didn't call the ambulance she would've passed out and bled out. So yea that's why she called an ambulance.

Hoped ya liked it. If not I don't really care.

Word count 900ish idk