The world changed for you and me both

Chapter 22

Charli pov:

I held Chase's hand and told him everything would be OK. I knew he was startled from everything Cynthia had said.

Tears started coming down his face.

"Baby. Is something else wrong?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Ow! Ah!" I screamed in pain.

It felt like someone was stabbing my wrist. Tears were streaming down my face. I clutched my wrist trying to stop the pain.

Chase looked startled and held me in his arms.

"Charli! What's happening?" He screamed.

"It- it hurts I can't-" I tried to finish my sentence but my eyelids felt heavy.

Chase pov:

I was talking to Charli when all the sudden she started screaming and yelling "It hurts."

Her eyelids started closing. Oh you've got to be kidding me. I caught her before she fell on the ground.

I sat on the ground holding her in my arms crying. I pulled out my phone and dialed 911. They said they would be there right away so I called Dixie.

Talking through tears I said "Dixie. I called 911 because your sister just passed out. I caught her but I need you to come-"

"I'M COMING." She yelled into the phone.

It was only a few minutes before Dixie and Griffin pulled up. Then the ambulance.

They grabbed her out of my arms putting her into the ambulance. Griffin grabbed my arm and pulled me in, and I was crying into his shoulder. Dixie went with Charli in the ambulance while Griffin and I followed behind in our car.

"Griff?"

"Yeah?" Griffin responded.

"She will be okay right?" I asked concerned.

"I hope so. We will do everything we can to take care of her. We won't go down without a fight."

Before I knew it we were at the hospital. We were in the Waiting room when The doctor called me in.

"She... is OK. She just woke up. You called us just in time." The doctor told me.

"Can I see her?" I asked shuddering.

I walked into the room where Charli was staying, as soon as I saw her I started crying all over again.

Charli pov:

I opened my eyes and looked down at my wrist. My mouth dropped open and tears were in my eyes. WHAT KIND OF A JOKE IS THIS?

Written on my wrist was a name. A name I have never heard before.