Miss Famous

22

I was sitting on the floor of my apartment with 911 on the phone and all of Everett's bloodiness.

I did possibly everything that I could with the 911 operator instructing me.

Now it was just a matter of waiting for the first responders.

"Don't you dare close your eyes." I sobbed

He shook his head, "It's not that bad."

My eyes got big, "You just got shot, twice."

"I know, but if you hadn't jerked me the way you did it would've gone to my heart. But don't ever do that again, what if it was you?" Ev spoke shallowly as he laid on my lad

I glanced over him, I was holding down my cardigan still on his near his collarbone/shoulder area.

"Stop stressing, you gotta keep baby Griffin in there." He continued as he moved slightly

I hushed him, "Keep still."

"Grier, I'm being serious. If you loose me then I -" Ev went on

"Everett! Don't you dare talk like that. I'm not losing either one of you." I croaked

"Ok." He got out

I just stared at him as I stroked his cheek with my free hand.

"I'm not going anywhere, promise. Stop looking at me like that." He promised me

I didn't say anything but looked up at the ceiling.

"Our Father, Who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy Kingdom come, Thy be done on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen." I prayed quietly

"Amen." Ev added

"Go pack a bag for the hospital, change out of the bloody clothes." He said in a weary tone

I shook my head, "Uh-uh, I'm not leaving you."

"Please." He went on

I gave in to what he wanted.

I kissed his forehead and went into the bedroom.

I quickly threw random clothes of both of ours into a bag along with phone chargers and my medicine. I changed into one of Ev's t-shirts and a pair of sweats.

"Everett." I called out with the bag in my hand

"No, no, no." I shrieked when I saw his eyes were closed

"His eyes aren't open, Sarah!" I spoke frantically to the 911 operator

I put my hands on his cheeks and cried.

"Help is on the way." She responded

"Help has been on the way for fifteen minutes!" I yelled

"You better get your ass up, Everett Arlen Griffin!" I added

Sarah began to speak up as the paramedics began to rush in.

I found out that Everett just passed out probably from losing so much blood or being scared. Which was way better than him being dead.

"Do you know his blood type?" One of the paramedics asked me

I nodded, "He's AB positive, he isn't allergic to anything that we know about, no special medical needs, and he isn't on any medication right now."

"Ok, he's AB positive that's really good, he can get blood from any blood type." They assured me

I know that was supposed to make me feel better, but it didn't.