English is still not my first language, so whatever this is - I tried my best.
This is not proofread. So, if you find mistakes (what kind soever) or something confusing then please tell me. I will try my best to fix it.
Have fun :3
"Stop the car!" Ren screams, shocking his boss and the driver with his sudden outburst.
"Stop it!" He jumps to the car door and before it even stands still he is out of the vehicle and runs across the street, dodging cars, speeding down the sidewalk and searching.
They couldn't have been that far away yet. Or could they?
She has to be here somewhere. But where?
Where is she? He looks around frantically. He runs further down the street.
Crossroads. He saw her just before the crossroads. He speeds up. He sees the traffic lights from afar.
Red. Not far. Just a bit further.
It turns green as he is already halfway across the street. She is still there. Leaning against the building as if she could collapse anytime.
And she does. The moment he reaches her she slumps down.
Ren doesn't know how, but before she can hit the ground he is holding her in his arms.
How many times did he dream of this? Holding her so close to him. But not like this. Never like this.
His heart is beating so fast and he doesn't know if it is from running, from holding her or because of her appearance.
What happened?!
He can't think clearly. What to do now?
Movement in the corner of his eyes. Lory's limousine.
Picking her up, he runs over to the open door. He isn't even at the car yet as he calls "Hospital!" Making the driver run back to his place behind the steering wheel.
"What is going on?" Lory asks shocked and concerned at the same time. He closes the door after Ren and watches him placing the girl carefully on one of the leather-covered benches.
"We need to go to the hospital!" Is the only thing Ren answers not looking anywhere but her.
They both suck in a breath as they see her in the dim light of the car.
Blood everywhere. Bruises. Her dress stained and tattered. A large wet spot on her stomach.
Does she breath? Ren doesn't know. He takes her hand. It's cold. Wrist. Pulse. Where is the pulse?!
No! Other side. Always on the side of the thumb.
Where is it? There! It feels weak. Does it feel weak? He doesn't know! What to do?
He looks her up and down. Angry. The spot on her stomach looks angry. Why does it look angry?
He tears on the shreds. Oh god! Blood. So much blood. From where?
A gash in her stomach. It looks deep. Is it deep? Blood. Too much blood!
What to do? What to do?! Stop the bleeding! How? Pressure. With what?
He looks around frantically. Champagne. Cloth around the bottle. Lory has the same idea.
Ren snatches it from him as soon as he is in range. Press on the wound. Stop the bleeding.
Is she still alive? Where is her pulse? He grabs for her wrist. Is it still there? Is it? Where is it?
There. It's still there. Still weak. But there.
What now? Hospital! Why aren't we in the hospital yet?
"Hospital!" He screams again, not taking his eyes off her still form. "Why aren't we in the hospital yet?!"
Lory doesn't know what to do. What to say. How to help.
He looks between the unconscious girl and the man he thought he knew so well. He had never seen him like that. Never thought he would see an expression like that on the young man's face. Never thought he would see him panicking - all the blood drained from his anxious face. Breathing like he is about to collapse himself.
Rising from the edge of his seat, Lory goes to the front of the car. "How long do we need?" He asks the driver, watching their surroundings - trying to figure out where they are.
"I estimate about six minutes to Sugimoto hospital, President."
Sugimoto? Private clinic. Good.
Lory hadn't thought so far.
The General Hospital would've probably been a bit closer, but they can't just walk into a busy public hospital with an unconscious bloody girl in Tsuruga Ren's arms.
Especially not the way the actor looks right now. Especially not the way he looks at her.
The media would have the day of their life tomorrow.
And that girl would never have a normal life again. If she survives this, that is…
He looks back at the frightened man and the girl under his hands.
She has to survive this. For the love of Love! She has to survive!
Lory doesn't want to imagine Ren if she does not. It would break him. Probably for good this time.
Whoever this girl was, she had to be the one. The one who changed Ren. The one to thaw the boy's barriers. The one to get to him.
But when? And where? And how?!
The actor barely has time for himself. Rarely does anything other than work. When would they have time to meet? How did they met?
Why doesn't he know anything about this?!
"Two minutes, Sir."
Right. He needs to concentrate on the now. His questions will have to wait a little longer. He goes back to his seat, watching them both carefully.
"We'll be at the hospital in a minute. How is she doing?"
Ren looks so pale. "I don't know…" Lory can't remember him ever being so pale. "So much blood…"
He keeps on staring at her. Staring at her face. As if he is trying to force her to open her eyes.
If this goes on any longer the boy runs the risk of getting into shock. They can't let that happen. He wouldn't get him out of it. They have to hurry and get help.
She has to make it.
Lory grabs her hand, searching for a pulse. It's there and it doesn't even feel weak.
He compares it to his own. No, it's not weak. This girl is a fighter. She will make it. He is sure of it.
"She will make it, Ren." He tries to reassure him, but it doesn't seem he was heard.
"We arrived!" Calls the man from the front.
The limousine comes to a halt and Lory jumps to the door before the driver is even out of his seat.
They exchange a brief look and the man is running into the building without a word - trying to get help.
"Ren. We're here."
Thank You for reading :D
Okay guys... I need to apologise first. m(_ _)m
I'm sorry for taking so long, especially as this was so easy to write. It was actually creepy!
I don't know if it sounds as panicked as it should, though I sure as hell felt like I need to panic as I wrote this. It was awesome!
Can I please always get into the right mood I need for a certain scene? Please?!
But this isn't why I need to apologise. I actually have a lot more written already and the chapter was supposed to end waaaaaay later, but it got too damn long (at least for my writing-taste) so I cut it. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... I'm sorry?
Though as it is now, I will probably be able to update by next week.
So, not that bad?
And by the way is there a way to get this story out of my head without me having to write the whole thing down? It would be done already and it would be beautiful!
Otherwise we will see what my limited vocabulary can produce... Sorry about that :/
Can someone tell me why I'm always talking so much useless stuff in the A/N? Does it really interest anyone what I think?
Please ignore me...
Ok, enough. I'm out now :3
A big Thank You to everyone who followed, faved and reviewed :D I love you guys xxx Like reeeeeaaaaaally love you! XXXX
Have a nice day.
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Kia