NovelEnglish"Come on, Emma, open those big blue eyes." | beg for mine and Gunner's sake. "Don't you want me to forgive you? Then wake up." She doesn't. Her eyes remain close. She is almost white as a sheet, and her blonde hair is spread behind her. If it weren't for the blood that covered it, she would have looked like a doll.
Waiting there with her was excruciating. | keep feeling her pulse just to make sure she's still with us. By now, more people had joined us, but that didn't matter. They didn't matter. Not when Ermma looked like a fucking corpse. Her chest was barely rising and falling.
"Fuck this." | get up ready to pull my car from the garage and take her to the hospital because it seemed like the ambulance was taking its sweet time.
Just as | was about to turn around, | heard the sirens. My heart sags in relief as | turn to see them approaching. The others clear out the way for them to reach us. Two paramedics rush down with a stretcher towards
us.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I'm Tasha, and this is Eric. What happened?" the female paramedic asks after introducing themselves right before they kneel down.
"I didn't mean to," the man that was pacing earlier says. "| didn't see her crossing the road?" And how come you didn't see her crossing the road, especially when your eyes should have been on the fucking road? | wanted to ask, but I held it off. He didn't matter.
All through as the paramedics worked on Emma, Gunner held her hand, his tears falling silently down his face. Once they were done, they gently put her on the stretcher.
"Who is riding with her?" Tasha asks.
"We are” "And you are?" "Her family... this is our son," | reply. | didn't expect them to stop us, but | wanted to see therm try.
"Get in," Thaul Gunner up before getting inside the ambulance too.
My heart was in a tight grip watching them work on her. | may no longer want her, but Emma will always have a special place in my heart. After all, she is the mother of my son.
The driver starts the ambulance, and we drive off, rushing to take her to the hospital. All the while, all | can think about is how | refused to forgive her. What if | never get the chance to? shake my head, refusing to give in to those negative thoughts.
"My baby. Where is my baby?" someone says, but my
brain doesn't register who it is. I'm too lost in my fear and worry about Emma for anything else to register.
"Sir," someone shakes me, ‘she's asking for her son." It's then | realize that it was Erma's voice. She had woken up.
Both Gunner and | get closer to her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWatching as she struggled to keep her eyes open.
"Mom," Gunner whispers, kissing her forehead.
Emma gives him a teary smile. "You called me Mom. It feels good hearing you calling me Mom... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the way | acted. No one knows, but | used to talk to you when you were in my belly. You were my peace and every time | felt you move, you brought joy to me." It's a struggle for her to talk. She's weak and every breath she's taking looks painful.
"When | heard your cry the first time, | wanted to hold you; I wanted to kiss your chubby cheeks, b-but | was afraid.
Afraid you'll leave me. | never told anyone, even your dad, but | always loved you. | had loved someone before and they left me. | was afraid that you'd leave me too if | allowed myself to love you." "I would never leave you," Gunner cries, holding her tight, afraid she'll leave him instead.
"I know that now, but | didn't know it back then. | was
scared, naive, and stupid," she whispers, before closing her eyes for a moment. "I love you so much, my beautiful baby boy. Always remember that, okay?" Why the fuck does it feel like she was saying goodbye? "Calvin," she calls, and | rush to her before grabbing her hand. "I'm sorry. Sorry for not seeing the treasure that you are. I'm sorry for everything that I've done. | also want to thank you. Thank you for loving me and loving Gunner. You are a good man, Calvin, and | am blessed that | met you. | never told you, but you were always my anchor. You are the reason | never gave up on life back when we were in college. I..." She doesn't finish. Her eyes close, and her brows scrunch up. She gasps in pain. The monitors start beeping loudly, and her grip on my hand loosens.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Eric curses as they begin rushing around.
"What's happening?" | stammer as sweat trickles down my back and fear engulfs me. | can't stop the tears that fall down my face.
"She's flatlining.” Tasha is the one that answers, panic filling her voice.
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