"No, Abby. You can't touch him." She struggled against my grip. I tightened my grip.
"Oh, my God." She cried, franticly. She looked up at me. "Luka, do something! Please...Help him!" I let go of her, grabbed the phone and handed it to her.
"Stay here and call 911." I told her firmly. She nodded. "I'll be right back." I waited until Abby had started to dial before I ran out of the room and into the kitchen. I scanned the room quickly for the circuit breaker, finding it a moment later. I opened it, hurriedly flipping all the switches in the opposite direction. The apartment was bathed in darkness, as I breathed a small sigh of relief. I ran back into the living room where Abby was now kneeling beside a motionless Jonathan.
"He's not breathing!" She cried. "He doesn't have a pulse." I felt like there was ice water in running through my body as I ran toward them. I kneeled on the floor next to her.
"I'll start compressions, while you give the breaths." I told her. Abby shook her head, crying.
"I can't..." I turned to face her.
"Abby, listen to me. You have to focus, okay? You can do this. I'm going
to start..." I started compressions and watched as
Abby leaned over and blew into Jonathan's mouth. We continued CPR for
ten more minutes before the paramedics arrived. I helped Abby up as the
paramedics took over.
"He looks so small, helpless." she said almost silently while Jonathan was being taken to the ambulance. We looked up as a paramedic ran over to us.
"We're taking him to county." he said, quickly before running out of the room and to the ambulance. I turned to Abby.
"We'll follow him." I told her, then lead her down the stairs and out to her car. We were both painfully aware of the flashing lights and wailing sirens of the ambulance that was now half a mile down the street. Once were en route, Indared to glance over at Abby, who was staring intently at me.
"Luka, I'm sorry." I looked at her, bewildered.
"For what?" I asked her.
"When you told me about your children...I never understood it. I do now." I glanced away from her, not wanting to think about it. "Luka." she said, meekly. I turned my attention back to her.
"Yeah?"
"Tell me Jonathan's going to be okay.Promise me he's going to be okay." Abby said, her voice breaking on the last word. "I need him. I already lost John and I don't want to lose Jonathan, too." She sobbed. I pulled the car over and shifted in my seat so that I was next to her. I wrapped my arms around her as she cried. "I can't lose him, I couldn't take that. I..."
"Abby..." I said, almost hesitating. "I promise you that everything will turn out all right in the end. I promise you that when this is all over you'll be okay." Abby nodded her head, then spoke.
"You promise?"
"Yes, I promise." I let go of Abby and got back behind the wheel. We reached County a few minutes later. We hurried into the ER, which thanfully, was not busy. I settled Abby into a chair in the waiting area then ran over to the board. I had started at the top looking for Joanthan's name when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and stood face to face with Deb.
"He's in Trauma One." She said. " He's stable but criticle. We're just waiting on a bed to open up in pedes." I nodded, relief washing over me. "Where's Abby?" she asked. I turned toward the waiting area. Abby was still in the chair but was hunched over. Deb and I were over there in an instant. I crouched next to her as Deb spoke.
"Abby, what's wrong?" She asked. I took her hand.
"Are you okay?" Abby looked at me as she shook her head.
"No. I...I think I'm in labor."
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I'll try and have the next chapter up soon! ;)