• SALVA ME • •NATIESE• VERSÃO INGLÊS

• Chapter Third •

- Camila? Natalie asked, seeing the figure that had appeared.

- Oh my God! - Camila was starting to get restless.

- Camz, calm down! Lauren took the bride by both arms.

- Wait, how do you two know each other? - Priscilla asked confused.

- Yeah... Who is she Camz? Lauren asked.

- She is my friend from France, Laur, who will be our godmother. - Mila spoke between some tears that were falling.

- Oh, are you Mila's Laur? Natalie asked in a weak voice.

"I'm…" Lauren replied shocked while Priscilla just watched everything in silence. What was the possibility that that woman on the floor was the bridesmaid of her best friend's bride?

Firefighters arrived at the scene a few seconds later.

They analyzed the size of the concrete that held Natalie's leg.

- We don't have equipment here that can get this off her leg. One of them spoke quietly to Lauren.

The Latina sighed and decided to take her fiancée out of there, who couldn't calm down seeing her best friend in that situation.

A few minutes later, the one with the green eyes returns.

- Pri, we'll have to amputate her leg.

- What? No, please, anything but that. Natalie stirred again.

- Calm down, Natalie, calm down. - Priscilla gave her hand again for the brunette to hold.

- Priscilla, don't let them touch my leg, please. - cried agitated.

The brunette sighed.

- We still have a few hours for you to find some equipment to take it off her leg.

- She spoke decisively to the firefighters who nodded and quickly left the place.

"Thanks," Natalie said in relief. Priscilla gave the brunette a half smile.

- Natalie, I can get Priscilla for a bit, can I? Thank you - Lauren pulled the brunette.

- There! - Priscilla complained. - What it was?

- You are crazy? If we keep waiting, she can die! - Lauren whispered.

- No, we still have a few hours. She is a dancer Lauren! How is she going to lose her leg?

- If we take too long, she may lose her life! - She said irritated and left. Leaving Priscilla thoughtful.

It had been two hours and Natalie still had her leg stuck in the slab of concrete, holding Priscilla's hand.

- I'm getting tired - The brunette spoke in a weak voice and with her eyes closed.

- Natalie, don't close your eyes. - Priscilla said.

- Pray with me?

- What?

- Pray with me?

- Yeah... I don't... I don't believe in these things Natalie...

- Why not?

- I don't know, I just don't have a reason to believe...

- Okay, so just hold my hand?

"That's what I've been doing for over two hours," he said, smiling. Natalie smiled weakly with her eyes closed. - Natalie, keep your eyes open.

- I can't... - the brunette spoke weakly.

Lauren watched the scene and decided to intervene. Called Priscilla.

- Pri can't wait any longer, convince her to amputate her leg or she'll die, look at her leg...

Priscilla shifted her eyes to the brunette's leg and took a deep breath.

- Okay, I'll talk to her.

Lauren smiled sadly and Priscilla walked over to Natalie.

- Natalie, honey, look at me, pay attention. - The brunette opened her eyes slowly and stared into brown eyes. - Our time is up, we can't wait anymore...

- No... I'm still fine - Natalie already had tears in her eyes.

"Honey, you can't keep your eyes open anymore and your leg... It's awful." Priscilla ran a hand through her brown hair.

- But I need my leg...

- Natalie, if we wait any longer, you might die, not just lose your leg. One leg is just... One leg Natalie, you'll still be wonderful without it. - Priscilla spoke with an affectionate smile on her lips.

- Will I have to be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life? - The brunette asked with her wet eyes.

- No dear, you can use a mechanical leg, the wheelchair is only at the beginning. I'll make sure you get back on your feet, fast.

Natalie took a deep breath, pondering for a few seconds whether this really was the right decision.

- Can. - He finally spoke.