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CHAPTER 5
"DEREK!" Sara screamed as he fell to the floor, clutching his arm. Thank god it didn't hit his stomach, Sara thought. She could hear the police trying to get inside, and apparently Malakai did too, and he fled. Sara reached for the cordless phone and dialed the numbers 9-1-1
"9-1-1, what is your emergency?" An operator's voice answered. Derek was shaking from pain and Sara, while on the phone, tried to calm him down, "It's okay, it's okay just hold on," she kept repeating. . .to herself as much as to him.
When the ambulance arrived, Sara pleaded with the paramedics to let her inside the ambulance with Derek but they refused. Worried and confused, bitter and anxious, Sara rushed over to where her dad was playing. Thankfully he was on a break, and she told him what had happened. He let her borrow the car, and Sara rushed her way over to the hospital.
"Where can I find Derek Reynolds?" She asked as she felt a bead of perspiration drip down her pale forehead. The woman told her and Sara ran over to the elevator and hit floor number 3. That elevator ride was maybe the longest she'd ever taken. All of the "what if's" came rushing into her head at once. What if he's hurt badly? What if Malakai comes after me next? What if the doctors can't fix it? What if. . . Her thoughts were interrupted by the ding as the elevator arrived on her floor. She once again wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead off, and headed toward the room in which she was told Derek would be. She saw at least five doctors around him, but she could see him moving so that had to be a good sign. . .right?
"Are you Sarah Johnson?" A nurse asked her. Sarah took a deep breath and said that she was. "You may come inside, Ms. Mr. Reynolds has been demanding you're in here with him," she said as she led Sara into the emergency room. She heard a loud scream come from Derek as the doctor slowly pulled out the bullet from his upper-arm. Sara walked over beside Derek's head and awkwardly grabbed hold of his hand. He yelled out once more as the doctor pulled the full bullet out and put it on a cloth on a metal table beside him. He muttered some medical terms to his co-doctors and exited the room.
"Is he going to be okay?" Sara demanded. At first the doctors ignored her as they continued to do something or other to his arm, but once she became more demanding they answered,
"He'll be fine," one of them quickly replied, reaching for a strip of bandage. Sara let out a sigh of relief and closed her eyes for a moment. How could things go from extremely good to extremely bad in a matter of minutes? She remembered waking on the couch. . .Derek's couch. Then she remembered feeling him whisper the words "I love you" into her ears and now he was in the hospital, with a hole in his arm because of Malakai. She then saw the doctors pack up their things and start walking out the door, before one of them stopped to fill Sara in.
"Mr. Reynolds will be fine. . .he's still in pain but that will cease over time. You're welcome to stay as long as you want to," she added before walking out completely. Sara then pulled a chair over closer to Derek and saw him flinch in pain. It hurt her to see him like this. . .that was love.
"Take deep breaths," Sara suggested, kissing his hand softly as he tried breathing deeply, but ended up coughing anyway. She could feel him still shaking and she tried to calm him down by talking about other things such as Georgetown. . .but she could tell he wasn't even listening. She saw his eyes start to close and she figured he'd be falling asleep soon.
"I love you," she whispered as she kissed his cheek, "I'll be here waiting when you wake up alright?" She replied, managing a small sliver of a smile. Sara knew it was hard for him to do, but he attempted a smile too.
"Sara. . ." he started, suddenly flinching and holding his arm, "I love you so much," he said as he looked into her eyes deeply. . .and then he welcomed sleep with open arms.
CHAPTER 5
"DEREK!" Sara screamed as he fell to the floor, clutching his arm. Thank god it didn't hit his stomach, Sara thought. She could hear the police trying to get inside, and apparently Malakai did too, and he fled. Sara reached for the cordless phone and dialed the numbers 9-1-1
"9-1-1, what is your emergency?" An operator's voice answered. Derek was shaking from pain and Sara, while on the phone, tried to calm him down, "It's okay, it's okay just hold on," she kept repeating. . .to herself as much as to him.
When the ambulance arrived, Sara pleaded with the paramedics to let her inside the ambulance with Derek but they refused. Worried and confused, bitter and anxious, Sara rushed over to where her dad was playing. Thankfully he was on a break, and she told him what had happened. He let her borrow the car, and Sara rushed her way over to the hospital.
"Where can I find Derek Reynolds?" She asked as she felt a bead of perspiration drip down her pale forehead. The woman told her and Sara ran over to the elevator and hit floor number 3. That elevator ride was maybe the longest she'd ever taken. All of the "what if's" came rushing into her head at once. What if he's hurt badly? What if Malakai comes after me next? What if the doctors can't fix it? What if. . . Her thoughts were interrupted by the ding as the elevator arrived on her floor. She once again wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead off, and headed toward the room in which she was told Derek would be. She saw at least five doctors around him, but she could see him moving so that had to be a good sign. . .right?
"Are you Sarah Johnson?" A nurse asked her. Sarah took a deep breath and said that she was. "You may come inside, Ms. Mr. Reynolds has been demanding you're in here with him," she said as she led Sara into the emergency room. She heard a loud scream come from Derek as the doctor slowly pulled out the bullet from his upper-arm. Sara walked over beside Derek's head and awkwardly grabbed hold of his hand. He yelled out once more as the doctor pulled the full bullet out and put it on a cloth on a metal table beside him. He muttered some medical terms to his co-doctors and exited the room.
"Is he going to be okay?" Sara demanded. At first the doctors ignored her as they continued to do something or other to his arm, but once she became more demanding they answered,
"He'll be fine," one of them quickly replied, reaching for a strip of bandage. Sara let out a sigh of relief and closed her eyes for a moment. How could things go from extremely good to extremely bad in a matter of minutes? She remembered waking on the couch. . .Derek's couch. Then she remembered feeling him whisper the words "I love you" into her ears and now he was in the hospital, with a hole in his arm because of Malakai. She then saw the doctors pack up their things and start walking out the door, before one of them stopped to fill Sara in.
"Mr. Reynolds will be fine. . .he's still in pain but that will cease over time. You're welcome to stay as long as you want to," she added before walking out completely. Sara then pulled a chair over closer to Derek and saw him flinch in pain. It hurt her to see him like this. . .that was love.
"Take deep breaths," Sara suggested, kissing his hand softly as he tried breathing deeply, but ended up coughing anyway. She could feel him still shaking and she tried to calm him down by talking about other things such as Georgetown. . .but she could tell he wasn't even listening. She saw his eyes start to close and she figured he'd be falling asleep soon.
"I love you," she whispered as she kissed his cheek, "I'll be here waiting when you wake up alright?" She replied, managing a small sliver of a smile. Sara knew it was hard for him to do, but he attempted a smile too.
"Sara. . ." he started, suddenly flinching and holding his arm, "I love you so much," he said as he looked into her eyes deeply. . .and then he welcomed sleep with open arms.