Chapter 11
"Wendy, wake up!" Stan cried, but there was no use, she was unconscious. Stan whipped out his cell and dialed 911. "Please, stay with me Wendy" Stan begged, tears running down his face. He could hear the ambulance getting closer, he didn't bother to try and hide his tears. He took off his coat around his girlfriend, trying to keep her warm. He didn't let go of her until the paramedics got there. They put Wendy on a cart and rolled her over to the back of the ambulance, Stan followed.
"You can't come in here" the paramedic said, "only family"
Stan was crushed; his face must have shown his pain.
"How are you related to her?
"She is my girlfriend" Stan replied, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Close enough hurry up and get in"
The ride to the hospital was a blur, the sirens were loud and the paramedics were trying to keep Wendy stable.
Wendy's eyelids fluttered,"Stan?" she asked with a hoarse voice
"I'm right here; everything is going to be okay." Stan said, struggling to smile
"Good." Wendy said, satisfied. She closed her eyes again
When they arrived at the hospital Stan was directed toward the waiting room. Wendy's parents rushed to the front desk, demanding to see their daughter. They didn't see their daughter's boyfriend sound asleep on a chair right behind them. They were brought to the room where their daughter was. As the door opened, they sighed with relief. Wendy was sitting cross-legged on the bed reading a magazine. The doctors informed them that Wendy had passed out from a mix of stress and not eating enough, her eating habits were most likely caused by the stress. The doctors asked Wendy's parents if she was under a lot of stress lately, they looked at each other, she had definitely been under a lot of stress.
"Well, is there anything you can think of which may have put her under a lot of stress?"
"Yes, we have banned her from seeing her boyfriend, she thinks that she is in love, but he is bad news, we don't her associated with people like him." Wendy's father said
"Well she is lucky that somebody found her" the doctor remarked "If she had been out there much longer she would have gotten hypothermia"
"Who found her?" Wendy's mother asked, "We would like to thank them"
"I believe he is in the waiting room, I'll go get him"
"Wendy, that is the kind of boy you should be dating," Wendy's father said. Wendy rolled her eyes. "A responsible boy, who just happened to save your life"
"Here he is." The doctor announced, a boy with a brown jacket, blue jeans and jet black hair stepped into the room. Wendy looked up.
"STAN!" Wendy cried as she leapt from her bed to hug him.
"What is he doing here?" Wendy's father roared in disbelief, "I thought visiting was for family only!"
"Sir, this is the boy who saved your daughter's life."
"You're right dad," Wendy said smiling in Stan's arms, "this is the boy I should be dating." Stan pulled her closer; their lips lock in a short kiss. Wendy grinned and leaned her head on Stan's shoulder; everything was going to work out.