Chapter Eleven
Dante was running faster than he ever ran before. He tried talking to Nacari, but she never answered. He could vaguely remember what had happened during the fight, but some things were a blur. He had no idea why he blacked out like that, but he couldn't worry about that right now. He has to help Nacari. She was moaning in her sleep and began shivering. He tried to keep the blood out of her face, but as soon as he got rid of the old blood new blood covered her face. Her breathing became quicker and shallower and her shaking became more severe. Dante held her tighter and quickened his pace.
The hospital was on the other side of the city. He was a fast runner, but he didn't know if he could run fast enough to the hospital to save Nacari. Please be ok Nacari, PLEASE! Dante pleaded franticly in his head. She fluttered her eyes open a little and looked at him. Her eyes were foggy and the only color on her face was that of the drying blood. She put a hand on his chest.
"Dante . . . where are you taking me?" she asked in a small and hoarse voice. Dante looked down at her in surprise.
"NACARI! Are you ok?" he asked. Nacari blinked at him and sighed.
"No, I can't feel my chest, and my shoulder has a hole in it," she said sleepily, "and I am tired," she began closing her eyes but Dante shook her.
"NO! You can't fall asleep yet, you have to stay awake until we reach the hospital," he said urgently. Nacari liked at him in confusion.
"Ok, I won't fall asleep, but I can wal- . . ." she closed her eyes tightly then opened them again.
"I can walk myself . . ." she said. Dante looked at her like she was crazy and shook his head.
"Shut up, I am not letting you walk on your own, you can't even keep your eyes open!" he said aggressively. Nacari closed her eyes and cuddled up against him. Dante's heart began beating faster from the pace he was running and with Nacari's closeness.
"Dante, why did you shoot me?" she asked in a hushed voice. Dante looked at her in confusion. He tried to remember what had happened, but he could only remember certain things, like the demon biting him, him collapsing, him and Jeremy being tied up, Nacari being squeezed by the demon . . . Dante shook his head.
"I didn't shoot you," he said defensively. Nacari looked up at him, her eyes still looking cloudy and blank. Dante wiped some blood and hair out of her face gently. He started sprinting faster. Nacari looked up at Dante and moaned.
"Dante, my head hurts a little now. Can we go home now? I need to take an aspirin," she whispered hoarsely. Dante scowled at her.
"Hell no, we are not going home! You need an emergency room and doctor, you've lost a lot of blood," Dante said angrily. Nacari shook her head and moaned.
"I just need a few aspirins and an ice pack; I am fine, just a cut here and there, and some bruises. I am fine Dante, really, and besides you need to go home and wash your coat because it smells like blood," Nacari argued with him. Dante scowled and looked down at her.
"Shut up before I drop you. I don't care about my coat; I need to make sure you are all right!" He said. Nacari looked at him with tenderness and gave him a half hearted smile.
"Dante, no matter what everyone says, you really are a good guy . . . when you want to be anyway. Oh and Dante . . ." Nacari looked down and would have been blushing if she could.
"You have the prettiest eyes I have ever seen. They look like blue ice, but they are warm too. You have to look hard enough to see it though," she whispered happily. Dante looked down at her in surprise and concern.
"You must have lost a lot of blood to be talking like that, just shut up; we'll be at the hospital any minute. You will be fine, I promise, and then we can go home, you WILL be fine!" Dante said reassuringly. Nacari closed her eyes again and moaned. Dante saw the hospital up ahead and began sprinting even faster. Dante looked down to see if Nacari was ok and saw she was had fallen unconscious again. He tried shaking her but to no avail. A small trickle of blood came flowing out of her mouth. Dante started getting really worried and burst into the hospital door. The people looked up, a large receptionist, a woman holding her hand missing a finger, a boy throwing up, and a young couple who was having a baby. They all looked at the silver haired boy holding the dying girl. He walked to the receptionist, breathing deeply and sweating.
"We need a doctor! We need a DAMN DOCTOR!" he screamed at the receptionist. She dropped her half eaten jelly donut and stared at him.
"I-I-I'm sorry young man, but you have to wait . . ." she said nervously. Dante snarled at her and got up in her face.
"I AM NOT WAITING HERE WILL MY PARTNER IS DYING YOU BITCH!" he screamed at her. He walked over to the doors and kicked them open. Dante looked down the corridor for a doctor or room. He spotted a female nurse and ran up to her.
"Please, please help my partner, I'm begging you! She's lost a lot of blood, please help her!" Dante pleaded with the nurse. Her eyes became wide at the sight of the limp body dangling in his arms. She nodded vigorously.
"Alright, I'll get Dr. Ross, just please stay here and keep calm!" She rushed away and Dante was left holding Nacari. She was looking more and more sickly as the cups of her blood began flowing out of her. Dante was stroking her hair and whispering to her.
"Don't worry Nacari, don't worry, I got someone to help you, don't worry Nacari . . ." Dante said to her. He wiped the blood streaming down her chin and continued stroking her hair. The nurse came running back to Dante with other nurses wheeling a cot and a middle aged woman wearing a doctor's coat. The nurses yanked Nacari from Dante's iron grip and placed her on the cot and began wheeling her away. Dante followed them to the very last room. The moved her onto the bed.
"Bring some IV's and a few blood bags and hook her up to a heart monitor," the doctor ordered the nurses. The female nurse shook her head and looked at the doctor guiltily.
"We don't know her blood type . . ." she said. The doctor turned to her with venom in her stare.
"Then get all the bags, I don't care, she has lost at least four or five pints of blood, we need to act fast!" The doctor said urgently. Dante's heart began beating faster and faster as the nurses hooked her up to IV's and the heart monitor. They brought out some blood bags and hooked them up to the IV's.
"Start with the AB negative, so we can get that out of the way," the doctor said hastily. A male nurse stuck the needle into her arm. He watched her for several seconds.
"She is not having a negative reaction, but we don't have much more of this blood type!" he said urgently. The doctor nodded.
"I know," she said. All of a sudden the heart monitor spiked. The female nurse felt her pulse and looked nervously at the doctor.
"She is going into hypovolemic shock doctor, what should we do?" the nurse asked nervously. Dante looked at the doctor with a look of concern.
"What the hell is happening?" he asked. The doctor looked at him as if seeing him for the first time.
"You cannot be in here sir," she said sternly. Dante looked at her with content and scowled.
"I will not leave my partner!" he said aggressively. Just then two police officers busted into the room and the receptionist was behind them.
"There he is," she said pointing a finger at Dante. The guards grabbed him but he shook them off of him. As they went to get him again, Nacari's heart spiked once again and then became a flat line. Dante's eyes became wide.
"NACARI!" Dante screamed her name. The guards grabbed him again but he kicked one in the groin and punched the other one and went over to Nacari. Blood had started trickiling down her chin again and her chest wasn't moving. He lost his breath as he saw her motionless body so white against the blue sheets.
"GET ME THE PADDLES!" the doctor demanded. Dante felt himself being dragged away by the male nurse.
"You need to leave now sir," he said. Dante tried to break free but found his strength had left him.
"Nacari . . . I . . ." the last thing he saw as he was being dragged out was the doctor rubbing the paddles together.
"Clear!" she yelled as a nurse ripped open Nacari's shirt and bra and pressed the paddles onto her chest.
