Emma felt herself start to cry more. She felt the tears streaming down her face as she clung to his pajama shirt. She didn’t know where Lexi, the first person to show her kindness and love here at St. Brendan’s, was. She could be buried underneath the ceiling of their school and Emma wasn’t in there digging her out. Emma wasn’t in there saving her. But she let Michael pull her towards an EMT. She let him wipe her face. When the EMT asked her questions, Emma nearly nodded. She didn’t want to attend Lexi’s funeral. She didn’t want to say goodbye to her.
Emma clung to Michael’s hand desperately as the EMT checked her out and when they recommended she go to the hospital just for further check up, Emma tried to pull Michael on the ambulance with her but the responders blocked his way.
“No,” Emma said angrily, the fear rising in her chest and trying to escape from her throat. “No he has to come with. I’m not leaving without him!” Feeling a fit of hysterics raise in her, Emma started to push her way out of the ambulance but the man pulled her back in, her fingers slipping from their hold on Michael. The EMT’s told him he had to meet her at the hospital, to arrange himself a ride there and then they could be together as Emma fought in the truck.
“No please!” She begged, tears streaming her face as they closed the doors. “Michael..” she croaked out, just as the doors were being pulled shut.
Michael could feel the physical and mental strain of all of this happening hitting him all at once. Perhaps he was going into shock--and he wouldn’t be surprised if they told him he was. But he stayed with Emma, with a shock blanket that had been wrapped around his shoulders at some point as he sat with Emma. His grip on her hand didn’t waver, trying his best to be the strength she needed at the moment.
Sitting there as he listened to the EMT ask Emma questions, he moved to get up into the ambulance when he was pulled back, shocked at first before getting angry. “Hey! Wait a second!” Michael fought against the grip that was on him, keeping his grip on Emma’s hand until it wasn’t, panic rising in his chest. “Emma! It’s okay! I’ll be there! I promise!” He called out as the doors closed.
“Let go!” The submissive growled, fighting against the hands on him once again before he was finally released. How the hell was he supposed to get to the hospital? He could see cars taking some less injured individuals to the hospital, quickly asking if he can go with them. He was thankful when they agreed after he explained what was going on, and he was thankful that the ride to the hospital wasn’t a long one.
When they arrived, he jumped out and ran inside, Quickly going to the receptionist's desk. “I-I’m looking for Emma West? She was one of the students brought in from St Brandon’s.” He explained through small pants, trying his best to keep his panic from getting any worse than what it was now.
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