I hopped into the ambulance, and hoped we weren’t too late.

“We need to bag her quickly.” The paramedic urgently said.

The other nodded and began to work on her.

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We reached the hospital and they rushed her inside.

I sat there, in utter shock. I was alone.

The darkness isolated around me; everything was fading. This moment was destructive; there wasn’t any intent or motive, but it was tearing me apart. My façade was slipping I couldn’t be stronger any longer. I wanted to kill Steven for this. I wanted to submit my will and relinquish the anger. I needed this and I was owed this.

I closed my eyes and walked inside the hospital. The smell, conjured up the forgotten past.

God, I had to get out of here. I didn’t know how much longer I could withstand my emotions.

“Excuse me; is there any information on Spencer Carlin yet?” I asked the nurse.

“I’m sorry hun, she’s still in surgery.” Her voice was calm.

For some reason it pissed me off, how could someone be so fucking calm when my heart could be dying.

‘Breathe Ashley, just breathe.’

“Thanks for nothing.” I spat at her.

I knew I shouldn’t be angry at her but I didn’t fucking care.

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I sat in the waiting room, wishing I was dreaming.

I noticed the nurse look at me, I felt bad for snapping at her.

“I’m sorry, it just Spencer is my gi-friend and…” I broke down before even finishing my sentence.

“It’s okay sweetie, how long have you guys been together?” She smiled.

I was in shock again. I was unsure how to answer.

“Um not that long, but it feels like years. We just click, she is everything I want and need.” I directly said.

She nodded her head and smiled again.

“I’ll tell you when she’s out of surgery.” She grinned.

I nodded my head, I pushed back the tears.

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 A few hours passed and the nurse shook me.

“Darling, she’s out of surgery, she stable but still being monitored.” She whispered to me.

“Ma’am wait, why did she need surgery?” I asked eagerly. My hands began to shake and my eyes wanted to leak again.

“I’m not suppose to disclose information to people who are not family, but they had to repair the internal bleeding and a punctured lung.” Her voice was austere but at the same time comforting.