Around ten o'clock, I get into bed next to Phil and try to sleep, surprisingly I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep straight away. I am awoken by Phil next to me, around 2am and I feel him tossing and turning and then he sits up quickly and makes a few moans. I am suddenly on red alert, all tiredness disappears as I sit up to see what is going on, "What is it? What's wrong baby?" I ask, scared as hell as I see that he has doubled over in pain, holding his stomach. "There's…a…pain… in…my… stomach," He pants, his face clenches up. I put my hand on his back, not knowing how to help. "Okay, how bad is it on a scale of 1 to 10?" I ask, as thoughts race through my mind.
"9" He says and I know that I need to act quickly. I jump out of bed and grab my phone from the other side of the room. I press in the numbers and pace back and forth, all the while looking back at Phil. "Hello? Yes ambulance please. My boyfriend is in a lot of pain. His stomach, he's thrown up already and he's been like this all day. Okay, thanks" I give the lady on the phone our address and she tells me that an ambulance is on the way. O hang up and pull back the covers from Phil.
"I called an ambulance Phil, they'll be here soon." I tell him, I'm not sure if he is listening. I put his arm around my shoulders as I help him up and we walk slowly to the living room, where I help him onto the sofa. I go back and grab a top for Phil and help him put it on, so that he won't get cold. I sit next to him waiting, stroking his hair, holding his hand and trying to find ways to comfort him.
After what seems like forever, the doorbell finally rings and I let the paramedics in and lead them to Phil. They check his stomach and take his blood pressure and talk to each other in a language full of medical terms that I don't understand. Eventually, one of them looks up at to me, "We're going to take him in, there's a swelling in his stomach and he may need to have surgery." He says calmly, as they help him up.
"Will he be okay though?" I ask, about to cry. "He's in the right hands." He simply replies and they start to carry Phil off. I go in the ambulance with him, holding his hand the whole way and not daring to even look away from him. It all happened so fast, just this morning I was making pancakes and singing along to the radio and now my boyfriend is being rushed to hospital. I have never been more terrified in my life.
Once we arrived at the hospital, I struggle to keep up with Phil, as they wheel him into the building and a bunch of doctors and nurses gather around him. They then begin to wheel him off again, down a corridor, where a mean looking nurse stands in my way, "I'm sorry but visitor cannot pass through these doors, you'll have to wait in the waiting room." I stared helplessly behind her, at Phil's bed for a moment and then I turn around defeated and take a chair into the crowed room full of nervous looking people.
TO BE CONTINUED…
