Chapter 5
1074 Words
Violet’s POV
“9-1-1 What’s your emergency?”
“My crazy ex boyfriend just shot my dad with about twenty-five bullets until he just fell onto the ground dead. He isn’t breathing. He is dead. My dad is dead. Please help me. Please help me.” I screamed.
“Ma’am if your father is dead there isn’t much I can do, but I can go ahead and send an ambulance out there anyway in case we can save him.”
“Please, please can you send Ryan. Doctor Ryan Salvador. I need him to come. Please. Tell him it’s Violet. He will understand.” I said as I cried helplessly.
“I’ll see what I can do ma’am” the dispatch told me
“Please hurry.” I screamed, laying her head down on my father’s chest, wishing I could hear the sound of his cantankerous voice one more time. Just one more time. Hear him yelling at Alex, or forbidding me from ever seeing Ryan again. As long as he actually spoke. As long as he actually cared.
When the ambulance arrived, Ryan was not with them but the nurse assured me that as soon as they got to the hospital Ryan had already agreed to take over his care.
Who knew where Alex even was. He had shot my father and then disappeared. While they were loading up my dad, cops had swarmed the place looking all over for him. Apparently, he had disappeared like a ghost.
The media outlets had picked it all up. Blasting it all over the news. My phone kept dinging on the ride to the hospital.
All I could do was silently beg for something, someone to please save my dad.
My father was a very well known man and as we walked into the hospital, my father being pushed on a stretcher I saw a TV hanging on the wall in the waiting area.
My dad was rushed back to the back, and I paused.
A picture of him was being displayed on the tv while the reporter told some tale about how one of New York’s best was lying in the hospital dead.
They already had people there showing their condolences. He wasn’t dead, he couldn’t be. Ryan would save him. If he loved me, he would save him. He had too. He didn’t have a choice.
He didn't have a choice, really?
What if it was beyond his capability?
My inner voice spoke to me.
Alex obviously didn’t love me– that was why we were in this whole situation to start with.
My father was such a cantankerous old man that he had run Alex off. He would run Ryan off too as soon as he found out he was a Salvador. As soon as he knew that the man that kissed his daughter good night was also the man that was the child of one of his worst nemesis.
The door swung open, and Ryan stepped out with a grin on his face. Oh no. This wasn’t good.
My father would hate Ryan until the day he died, no matter what happened.
Probably even if Ryan saved his life and somehow brought him miraculously back from the dead with his twenty-five bullet holes.
But I wanted him to try anyway.
He had to try anyway. He had to prove that he loved me, that he was worth everything all the time.
“I’m sorry Violet, it’s looking pretty bad. I'm not sure that there is anything we can do. I’m going to have to call it.” Ryan said to me.
“No! You can’t! Either save my dad or kill yourself. Don’t come back in here breathing if my dad is dead.” I sobbed in anguish.
I know it's rude but I need my dad alive.
He couldn’t allow my dad to leave me, he just couldn’t.
“Are you serious Violet? You want me to kill myself if your dad dies?” he asked in disbelief.
“Yes!” I screamed. " Don’t come back here alive if my dad is not also alive.” I know I sounded really crazy now but that's it.
“Why would I do that? The man hates my guts, he wouldn’t do that for me, If he knew I was a Salvador he probably would try to kill me.”
“Because you love me.” I sobbed. “You love me. If you love me, you will do it.”
Ryan wrestled with it.
The news still blared on in the background with the news of the well to-do man’s death. The agony on my face was his undoing and he nodded.
The whole world would miss my dad if he did die, and he probably wouldn’t want to be the doctor that publicly announced that the man they were all talking about was indeed dead.
Whether or not my dad would never accept him.
Whether or not the world would continue on the way it had been.
Whether or not he would be forgiven for having the dreaded it-which-shall-not-be-named last name.
He would have to try because he did love me.
It was the least he could do.
Alex had shown me how little he cared, and I had waited for him. Fought for him. Been loyal to him even when he had been an asshole to me.
What more could a man want?
What more could he ask from me than to allow him the chance to attempt to save my dead father.
No. He couldn’t think of it like that.
If Ryan were to be successful, he would first need to stop thinking of my dad as a dead man.
The pressure mounted and he felt it from every side.
He took a deep breath and set about his task. Removing the bullets. Closing the wounds. Using the life giving force he had been gifted as a doctor to bring his girlfriend's father back.
Watching him take his first breath again, hearing the sound of air rushing into his lungs,
Relief flooded him. It was meant to be after all. He could go on to live another day, to show me how much he cared about me.
My father is alive, just like I asked he had pulled off the miraculous solve.
Alex was still loose out there, but we would find him.
Yes we will find him.
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