The Bucket List (Write Affair Finalist)

Chapter 47: Living in a nightmare.

~ Chapter 47: Living in a nightmare. ~        

(A/N: Song for this chapter: Sam Smith - Lay Me Down) 

        I woke up in the middle of the night, awaken by a scream and it took me a few seconds to remember I had fallen asleep on the couch. Although I was in Damon’s arms when that had happened and I felt incredibly cold right now, without him holding me. I got up quickly, in a terrible sense of worry and ran to the bathroom, where I thought the scream had came from. It was dark and I was running so I didn’t bother turning on the lights. I bumped my feet a few times and cursed.

“Damon?” I called.

I didn’t hear any response. I was already crying with fear and worry and he wasn’t in the bathroom.

“Damon, where are you?” I called out.

I entered his bedroom and found him on the floor, shaking and convulsing.

“Oh my God!” I shouted, rushing to his side. “Damon!”

His eyes were half-closed and white and it was the scariest thing ever, I had him in my arms and I had no idea what to do. I grabbed my phone and dialed 911 because this time I didn’t think any pill would be able to stop his seizure. Because that’s what was happening, wasn’t it? It hit me that last time we had dialed 911 was back at the crash.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

I told the woman about Damon having a seizure and she said help was on the way but I was crying and holding on to Damon’s body. Everything felt like an out-of-body experience. I couldn’t fathom what was happening in my brain, even if I was crying and my head was spinning.

“Damon! Please, please, please don’t die now. Please. I still need you. I love you. I’m here for you, ok?”

I heard footsteps downstairs and someone shouting they were coming in so I screamed I was upstairs and they hurried up. A guy forced me out of Damon’s arms and others were on his body, doing something but I couldn’t see clearly and I was still shaking and crying. This couldn’t be the end already. It couldn’t just end like that.

The paramedics took Damon on a stretcher and I followed them. I hopped in the ambulance and looked at my boyfriend being branched to a bunch of things. At least he had stopped shaking but I wasn’t sure if it was a good thing. He was lying still now and had a mask to help him breath. The doctor asked me about Damon so I told them all I knew about his disease and then they looked at me with the most horrible look of pity I had ever seen. Like a thousand “Oh, honey!” combined.

“Is he dying?” I asked, my voice filled with tears.

I was scared to ask but I needed to know. I needed to at least call his parents. And Seth, because I knew I would need him or I would loose my mind. And maybe his friends Mathew and Jeremy. Should I have called them now? Was it already too late?

“We don’t know, I’m sorry. The doctor will be able to tell us more. Your boyfriend had a seizure but we can’t know what caused it until we can get him to an MRI.”

She looked genuinely sorry for me, which didn’t reassure me at all. She asked me more questions about his state in the past few weeks, the pills he was taking, if he had had a seizure like this before and I answered, my mind on robot mode while my tears kept running and I was still horribly scared and feeling so cold, so so cold.

When we arrived at the hospital, they hurried Damon on the stretcher inside and the doctors took over from then. They stopped me from going further and led me to a waiting room. I had paperwork to fill but I couldn’t see clearly yet, my eyes were still blurry from the tears and my throat hurt from the screaming earlier. I was barely even conscious of what I was doing. My phone rang at some point but I didn’t answer it. I didn’t want to talk to anybody and it was probably Jenny. I didn’t want to have to tell her about Damon. It would make things so much more real and I didn’t want to believe this was really happening. I didn’t want her to try to reassure me because there was nothing she could say if it was really the end.