Chapter 8- Bonnibel
The moment that Marceline collapsed, I shattered on the inside. This was my fault. Marceline Abadeer was going to die, because of me. I lay by her side until the police came.
I checked her pulse. Her heart was still beating, but it was so faint I had to strain to feel it. I sobbed at the sight of my Marcy. I heard sirens. A dozen policemen came running onto the park grounds, guns loaded. Following the policemen, where the doctors. They took Marceline and put her on a stretcher.
"Miss, you will have to go on the other ambulance" One of them told me.
"No. I'm staying with Marceline. I'm not hurt…really. I just need to stay by her…please" I whispered.
The ambulance shook his head in agreement. "Let's go!"
I sat in the ambulance, looking down at Marceline. The medics were trying to stabilize her, whatever that meant. The medical field was certainly not my specialty.
"Is she going to be okay?" I whispered.
"We don't know yet. She lost a lot of blood. She's probably going to need reconstructive surgery to fix her stomach"
My lower lip quivered. Marceline could NOT die. She couldn't! Finally we were at the hospital. The ambulance crew quickly ran Marceline into the emergency room. The other nurses took me to another room. They looked over my cuts and bruises. I had a long cut, from my breasts down to my stomach. I hadn't noticed it until now.
"You are going to need stitches for this one" One of the nurses said.
The stitches were painful, but I couldn't take my mind off Marceline. I prayed to the god I had loathed for a long time. I prayed to God that Marceline would be okay. Once they were done with the stitches, one of the doctors stayed by me.
"Do you want to talk about what happened?" She asked.
"S-sure…But first, what's your name?" I stammered.
"I'm Dr. Princess, what's your name?"
"I'm Bonnibel Bubblegum, and the girl that got stabbed on the stomach…is…Marceline Abadeer"
"I know that name…she was the one who…Oh my goodness. That young lady has gone through too much" Dr. Princess shook her head sadly.
Tears rolled down my face "I know"
"I was Marceline's doctor when the other…incident…happened. Tell me what happened" Dr. Princess said slowly.
Still crying, I told her everything. I told her about Marceline's dad, Marceline's self harming
"That's not what I meant to ask, but this is helpful information" Dr. Princess said kindly.
"Well I was very emotional because my parents made me date Guy. Then I broke up with him, and my parents got mad. So I ran from the house and into the park. Guy called me and we argued. Then I sat down on a bench and started reading a book. Marceline was in the tree the whole entire time, but I didn't know. That's when t-t-they came…" I broke off, sobbing.
"Shh…There there…" Dr. Princess patted my back.
"I probably would have been raped and killed if it wasn't for Marceline…" I stammered.
One of the other nurses ran into my room. "Dr. Princess, we need you" the nurse said, and ran back out.
I was left alone in my room, exhausted. I wanted to stay up…but my body did not agree. My body was scarred and tired. The restless sleep took me over and I slipped into its murky waters.
I woke up not knowing where I was. Then I remembered. I struggled to sit up, because my cut hurt badly. I looked around, looking for a nurse or someone. I stared at the ceiling for a couple of minutes before my mother walked in. My stomach twisted in anger. Following my mother was my father.
"How are you doing, Bonnibel?" My mother asked curtly. There was absolutely no concern at all in her voice.
"Superb. Thanks for asking, thanks for not caring" I snapped.
"Don't you talk to you mother like that, young lady!" My father grumbled.
"Thanks to your incompetence, I'm in the damn hospital!" I snarled.
Dr. Princess walked into the room.
"What is going on here?" She asked my parents.
"I don't want them here" I told Dr. Princess "And I need to see Marceline" I added.
Dr. Princess motioned my parents out and turned to me.
"Why do you need to see Marceline?" She asked.
"1. She saved my life"
Dr. Princess cut me off "But you aren't involved with her, am I correct?"
"No. She is my girlfriend" I said calmly.
Dr. Princess nodded "Alright then. But be warned…Marceline is not doing so well"
"I don't care. I need to see her"
Dr. Princess called in a nurse to get a wheelchair for me. I sat in it and the nurse pushed me into Marceline room.
I gasped as I saw her. She looked dead. One would think she WAS dead if it hadn't been for the heart monitor. I was tearing up.
"M-Marce?" I stammered.
No response
"Sweetie, she's unconscious at the moment. She needs more blood or she will not survive." The nurse said quietly.
"S-she can't die!" I moved the wheelchair next to Marcy's bed, and took her hand.
"What needs to happen in order for her to survive?" I asked.
"Well as you can see, she has many cuts. This was probably from her self -harm, and she had lost blood prior to this incident. She needs to have surgery, because when the thug stabbed her, he had a cheap blade, and it broke inside of her. We need more blood in order to do the surgery. But Marceline has a rare type of blood…AB negative. We don't have that blood type on hand" Dr. Princess explained.
"There must be somebody that has blood for her!" I exclaimed.
"I will look on your medical records…there may be a slight chance that you have AB negative blood. " The nurse said, walking briskly into my room.
She walked back. "She has AB negative blood."
Dr. Princess turned to me "Are you willing to give blood to Marceline" She asked.
"Of course" My reply was immediate.
I passed out during the blood drawing. They began surgery immediately.
Marceline had saved me.
It was my turn to save her.