John had barely been awake when the loud ring of the phone echoed through the house. He slowly lifted his head at a alight tilt to glance at his clock. 8 a.m. Damn, who would be calling him this early?
John rose from his bed and morning stiffness flew through his body as he made his way to the kitchen. The phone was working on its 6th ring when he answered it.
"Hello?" He said with a slight groan in his sleepy voice.
"John?" A sickly whisper came from the opposite end.
John had suddenly become much more awake. "Savannah?" he replied, leaning against the counter. Why was she calling him?
A cough came out of Savannah before she spoke. "John, I'm so sorry that I have to ask you this. I wouldn't have called if Tim was home, but he's still in the hospital…" More coughs flew out of her of her mouth as she spoke, making it difficult for John to understand her. She sounded really sick. He knew that much.
John clutched the receiver in his hand. "Savannah, do you…do you need me to come over?" He said, almost regretting the words that came out of his mouth.
He heard Savannah let out a sigh. "Would you?" I really shouldn't be asking this of you but I can't-"
John interrupted her. "No no. it's alright. I'll be right there,"
"Thank you John," Savannah said quietly. John waited a second then hung up the phone, placing it gently on the counter. Savannah was sick, and she wanted him to take care of her. Or at least, that was the impression he got. He was supposed to leave at noon for a 2 o'clock flight back to Germany, but Savannah needed him.
John went back to his room. Opening the curtains to one of his windows, he saw rain dripping off it. Turning back to his closet, he quickly pulled on a pair of ragged jeans and a white t-shirt. On his way out of his room, he pulled a navy blue sweatshirt from a hook and shrugged it on his shoulders.
He stepped into the bathroom and stared at his reflection. His hair was whipped up to one side and small bags were under his eye lids. He quickly brushed his teeth and ran a wet comb through his hair.
John grabbed an apple along with his keys on his way out the door. "Awh shit he said as rain poured on top of his head. He pulled his hood up and strode over to his car. He quickly started the engine and then made his way through the rain to Savannah's house.
Half an hour later, John stood on Savannah's porch soaking wet. He had knocked four times and no one had answered. He winced as a flash of lighting and thunder surrounded the sky. In the distance he could hear horses whining with fear.
John grasped the door knob and turned it, surprised that it was unlocked. "Savannah?" He called as he stepped into the house. No answer. He wiped his feet on the welcome mat and slid his hood off. "Savannah?" He called again and then wandered the house.
When he reached the kitchen he saw her. Savannah was sprawled across the kitchen floor, unconscious. The home phone lay next to her, barely brushing along her fingertips.
"Oh god Savannah!" John yelled as he rushed to her. He kneeled on the floor and took her limp body in his arms. "Savannah, can you hear me? Savannah!" He shouted, shaking her gently. "Please Savannah. Don't do this to me," She was so pale. He stroked her cheek gently. It was boiling hot.
John slowly rose to her feet and carried Savannah to the living room. He laid her gently on the couch and took off his sweatshirt and wrapped it around her. He quickly retreated to the bathroom and came back with a cold wash cloth. Sitting on top of the coffee table, he gently placed it on her forehead. "There you go. That should help," he twisted his fingers in hers and tilted his head down.
A few minutes later, he felt her stir. "John?" Savannah moaned quietly. Her eyelids fluttered then she fixed her gaze on him.
John sighed and smiled. "Thank god. Are you ok?" He took the cloth off her head and set it beside him.
Savannah lifted a weak hand to her face. "Oh, my head," She gazed around at her surroundings. "How did I get over here? Last time I remember…I was in the kitchen,"
"I carried you here. You were passed out cold on the floor," John explained.
"Oh god," She muttered then met his gaze. "Thank you, John. This really means a lot to me. You really didn't-"
"Hey, it's not big deal. I'm here, and I'm gonna' help you get through this," He smiled and gently stroked her cheek with his finger. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but it just felt so good to be around her again. Savannah smiled weakly and closed her eyes. It felt good for her too. "Can I get you anything?" He asked.
"A glass of water would be nice. I'm just so tired," Savannah said, followed by a cough.
John stood up. "I'll be right back then," He said then left the room.
A/N: sorry that it's so short but I had to have some kind of start. Chapters will be longer in the future!