The To-Do List

Chapter 8

Ariana's pov:
My throat feels like it's closing. I can't breathe. My chest is burning, and I'm starting to black out. Am I dying? I've never felt this before. Maybe when I was five, but I wouldn't remember. I can't die, I just can't. I have to stay strong. I have to stay strong for Alex. I black out completely, as the burning in my chest gets worse.

Alex's pov:
I pick her up while calling 911.
" Hello? What is your emergency?"

"Myfriendatenutsandsheisallergic" I say fast, trying to catch my own breathe.

" Address?"

" 255 sandy birch street"

"Ok keep calm, they are on their way!"
I put her into new car and decide to meet them on the way. She dying, so I have no other choice.

I put my hand slightly over her heart. It's not moving! It's not moving! I stop the car and do CPR. I lay my ear over her chest, nothing. I do mouth to mouth, nothing. I feel a sting in my eyes. Soon tears begging to fall down my cheeks. I killed my best friend. I killed the one girl I've had a crush on for forever. I killed the one girl I loved.

I look out the window and see the ambulance. I wave them over and they park beside me.

" Her heart stopped!" I shout.

"Calm down sir." the man says as they lift her into the truck.

" MY BEST FRIEND IS DYING. YOU EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN?" I spit at him with rage, and the truck leaves me there, standing.

I can't even imagine her dead. Life without her would be horrible. What would I do without her? She's the one who stopped me from smoking. She's the girl who stopped me from doing all this stupid stuff that would really impact my future. I knew this would happen soon, her leaving of course, and I would feel pain, but not like this. Nothing prepared me for the sudden impact of my losing my best friend forever.

She couldn't die.

I ran my hands through my hair furiously, awaiting the call I would get from the hospital letting me know Ariana was ok.

Wait.

It's not the end of the world.

It was just an allergy.

That ran through my mind for a few minutes and I started to chuckle. Not because i was happy that she was in the hospital, but because she wouldn't die from a pesky nut allergy. They'd give her some medicine and she'd be on he way back home. I sighed a sigh of relieve, and looked down to see my palms were sweating.

I've given myself a mini-heart attack over such a little thing, i thought.

||TIME SKIP- 30 Mins.||
I anxiously waited in a so-called waiting room that smelled of rubber gloves and band-aids. I watched the doctors come and go, calling names which were not mine or Ariana's.

"Umm, Alexander Thorne, please go to room 115, Ariana Kischer would like to see you." A gloomy doctor whose name tag told me was Greg said in such a bland voice I almost fell asleep of boredom as soon as he opened his mouth.

I literally jumped out of the uncomfortable waiting room chairs and ran down the halls, but it seemed like my legs were never fast enough.

105... 109... 112... 115.

I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the worst, and swung open the door. Ariana was laying on one of those hospital beds with a tube in her arm, dripping some clear liquid into her.

"Oh My God Ariana I'm sooooooooooo sorry." I said pitifully, while running to her bed.

She was smiling and took my hand in hers. Ariana rubbed her thumb on my palms and stared into my eyes.

"I know you didn't mean to hurt me Alex." She said and started to laugh, I had no clue why.

"Ready to be rebellious?" Ariana said almost challengingly to me, full smirk across her face.

I had no clue what was in store, but I would do whatever as long as i would be with her.

I could see Ariana was pulling a crumpled piece of paper out from under a lamp and read in a British accent: "Number 4: Wheelchair Racing"

When Ariana began tearing the IV out of her arm i gagged and looked away. Blood was not something I wanted to deal with, like, EVER. We snuck out of her room and ran to where I could see was a closet full of wheelchairs. Deciding it would work best on the linoleum flooring of the hospital, we raced around the halls, laughing the whole time. I was actually surprised at how long we raced until a nurse confronted us.

"I'm sorry Miss, i didn't see 'Wheelchair Racing' on the rules of what not to do." I said sheepishly, but that wasn't convincing her.

"My friend and i are going to be separated for a very very long time, I would appreciate it if you would leave us be." I stated, playing the guilt card on her.

It seemed to have worked.

I drove Ariana home after dealing with the pages and pages of check out papers, and we sat for awhile, deciding how we could accomplish the next thing on the list.

"Swim with Fishies," Ariana said, utterly confused on how we could do this.

I had one of those 'AHA!' Moments and realized what we could do.

"Hey Ariana, remember my brother, Tyler? He runs the aquarium just south of where we are. I bet I could get him to hook us up with a scuba diving adventure if you'd like." i offered.

"Alex thats a stupid idea..." She said, and I was confused.

"You didn't let me finish, Alex thats a stupid idea, and thats why I LOVE IT!" Ariana squealed.

I put my arms around her again, and realized we were half way through our time together, and halfway through the list. I smiled at our memories, of me throwing Ariana in the baby pool, of her giving me that horrid bathing suit, and much more. I don't know what I will do without her in my life, I thought.

I just don't know what I'll do.

An: Heyyy this is Lexi and Carly. We wrote this chapter together and... Yah. Hope you guys had a happy new year! Love ya!😘 don't forget to vote, comment, and follow our accounts.