"No." I breathed.
I was lying outside my home, gasping for breath. I didn't want to be out here. I wanted to be in there, with Kyle.
I stood up, and yelled, "NO!!!!!!!" as the roof collapsed underneath the fire burning in our home. Kyle was still in there, fighting the fire.
I stumbled into our home, and started searching for my love. I could barely see in front of my face, but I persevered. I couldn't leave him there, not now. Not when we were so close.
I stopped and crouched, my lungs rejecting the smoke, and forcing me to cough uncontrollably until the smoke escaped. I stood up again, wheezing, and I saw a lump on the floor. No...
"KYLE!!!" I screamed and rushed to the lump, turning him over and shaking him, sobbing "No..." all the time. I saw his eyelids flutter open, and a moment of relief washed over me.
"Kyle, can you hear me?" I asked, and I saw his lips move in response. "Okay, love, we need to get you out of here. Help me." I told him as I coughed again.
I dragged Kyle outside to the fresh air, and I collapsed coughing again. I could hear people rushing over to us, but my eyes wouldn't stay open. I grasped Kyle's hand as I heard the fire fighters whisper to each other:
"They need to get to a hospital, and quick!"
"But it's 4 am! Who would be on duty?"
"Dr Cullen. He's always on the late shifts."
"Help them into the ambulance!"
I could feel the fire fighters untwine our hands, and I could only mumble "No, don't..." before I blacked out.