I don't know how it happened, but it did. I was laying in bed next to the cat, holding my stomach. The pain was sharp and intense. This sensation crawled its way up into my chest where it pushed me down. It felt like I was being choked, and I couldn't move. What is going on? I swung my legs to the floor and clutched the canopy. The cat nudged her head against my back; she knew something was wrong. It was 2:45 in the morning.
Why isn't Stein here?
I tried to stand, but I couldn't keep my balance. My legs were wobbly and I kept getting pushed down by some unseen force; or so it seemed. I gasped for air and let out a moan, more like a squeak. I clawed at the bedside table, trying to feel for my cell phone. I finally found it and brought it up to my face. I didn't know who to call. The police? Do I call Stein? What if he doesn't answer. Spirit. I'm going to call Spirit. I dialed his number and tried clearing my throat; hopefully I'd be able to talk, and he would understand it. The phone went silent and a confused voice came on
"Hello?",
I coughed a bit and let out a pained wheeze. "Spirit, I need help.", I whispered this, afraid to use my normal voice because it might not come out right. I heard rustling on the other end.
"Pixie! What's wrong? Where is Stein?".
I doubled over in pain. I clutched the phone in my now sweaty palm. I was on my knees as silent tears spilled out between gasped breaths. Spirit kept yelling my name, I tried my best to speak but I couldn't. I tried to yell 'please help me!' but it came out as a bunch of moans. I heard faintly, as I was going out of consciousness, Spirit was yelling, "I'm coming, hold on!". I dropped to my side. I was writhing in pain, my stomach burning.
What is going on right now?
Minnie jumped off the bed and started rubbing her face into mine. She's concerned, but I can't know for sure. Cats don't exactly know how to console a possible dying person. I reached my arm out and patted her head, at least she was there for me. I was hoping I would pass out so maybe I'd wake up and the pain would be gone; or maybe I would die peacefully in my sleep. I wasn't that lucky. I didn't bother to call Stein because maybe Spirit already did. I was just too upset that he wasn't here to begin with.
What is he doing?
I heard a faint noise coming from downstairs. Minnie ran to the bedroom door and started clawing at it. In her failed attempt to open the door she began to howl, and loud. I heard the door open and heavy frantic footsteps.
"Pixie!?", I heard Spirit yell breathlessly. I tried my best to scream, but it came out as a cough.I didn't like feeling so helpless. Waiting for someone to come to my rescue. Some big man saving the princess, it felt so cliché.
The door swung open, sending Minnie jumping back and hissing. I looked up and saw Spirit breathing heavily. Small slivers of moonlight were dancing on his eyes. Spirit was a good guy, a little too friendly (with the women especially) but good. He had a big heart and that's why I knew it was best to call him. He didn't ask what was wrong he just looked down at me with pained eyes. He swooped me up into his arms and carried me out the door. He was slightly blushing by the time we got down the stairs. I was wearing a white nightgown. It was silk and stopped mid-thigh, and had lace at the bottom. It was practically soaked through, almost transparent. I was basically naked, but that wasn't important to me at the moment. All I felt was pain. He rushed me out to his car. He set me down into the passenger seat gently and shut the door. He ran around to the driver's side and quickly hopped in and started the car. The front door was left open, but I couldn't say anything. As he drove off I looked back at the front door and saw Minnie sitting in the doorway. I waved goodbye to her and slowly started to close my eyes, I needed to rest.