Dillion's POV

I knocked on the dark oak door and stood there...patiently...anxiously. I felt my hands begin to shake and the sweat trickle down my face. "Hey, hey, hey, NO!" I whispered to myself quietly. I held my hand up and slapped it, as if to punish it. Even though I immediately regretted it. "OW!" I whispered. The door suddenly opened, revealing a red haired woman. "Mrs. Taber, can I see Delancey? She's been absent the past week and won't pick up her phone." I explained, trying to remain calm and collected. "No, not right now. She's just sick and grounded from her phone. Sorry, we should've told you."

Something's not right...

Her being "just sick" doesn't add up at all, and if she's not sick then why should I believe that she's grounded from her phone? I'm not stupid. "Mrs Taber, please! Can I just see her?" I pleaded. "Dillion, I said no. It's just a cold, she'll be fine. You'll see her soon." She said sternly, trying to assure me but failing. She slammed the door in my face, intentionally not giving me an opportunity to ask anymore questions. I defeatedly sighed, not knowing what else to do. I'm not just gonna leave her, I couldn't. I eventually decided that there wasn't much more I could do so I might as well go home. I reluctantly walked on down the driveway to my car, sitting in silence for several minutes. I reached into my jean pocket and pulled out my phone, texting Delancey, and just praying that she'll respond. But I honestly knew she wouldn't. I sighed one last time, still sitting out in the car, getting lost in my worried thoughts as I watched the white fluffy clouds float across the bright blue sky. I lazily turned my head to look back at the house. My eyes slightly widened...no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO! Stop it! I massively cringed, shutting my eyes tight, trying to keep my eyes off the house. I guiltily and slowly looked back in the corner of my eye...

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I hesitantly peaked over the edge of the windowsill, trying to get a good glimpse into the room. But I was only able to see Delancey's mint green curtains. Only big problem is getting Delancey into the car...which is in the driveway...in the front of the house...where her parents can see us. I sat on the ground and ducked underneath the windowsill, "Okay, I'm going grab Delancey, figure out someway to get her in the car without her parents seeing us, and get her to the hospital ASAP. No big deal, I got this!"

".........OMG I'm basically kidnapping my girlfriend!!" I panicked.

I sharply inhaled and opened up the window, slowly pushing the curtains to the side. I discovered Delancey curled up on her bed with a horrible black infection taking control of her body. She was screaming and crying so loud that my ears began to sting. I looked over at her door to make sure it was closed, which it thankfully was. She hasn't seem to notice me yet. I moved away from the window, realizing that I could get charged for kidnapping if I don't do this right, which easily broke me into a nervous sweat. The main problem was getting her to the car by myself, since she was clearly isn't able to stand, let alone walk. I thought for a moment...wait. She lives on a corner. If I just drive a little down the opposite road, then I'll be able to sneak past their gaze. "Okay, I'm doing this." I cringed. 'I'm a criminal' I thought, pouting like a pitiful puppy. Wait...would it still be a crime if I was 'kidnapping' someone in order to save their life...? I shook my head, "No! Not right now!" I snuck past the house and back into my car, turning the keys into the ignition, I drove down the road just far enough to where I'm out of sight. I ran back to her window and into her room. It broke my heart to see her in such an unimaginably awful state...Her bed soaked in black, her skin so consumed with infection at this point that it was hard to actually see her skin. But then I noticed that she was clutching onto the Duotine bottle for dear life....And my heart stopped...had she taken one? How many had she taken? She swore she would stop! I raced over to her whilst making sure my steps were soft and light. I knelt down next to her, leaning up against the black stained covers.

"Delancey...? Babe...?" I whispered, my breath caught. But she was unresponsive, as if she hadn't even heard me, like I wasn't even there. I defeatedly sighed, gently scooping her up in my arms, her screams intensifying from my touch. And now...getting her out the window. I have to do this in no more than 3 minutes before her parents notice and I'm screwed. Thankfully, her window is decently large. I'm not gonna be able to climb out the window with her in my arms so my only option is placing her on the ground, then climbing out myself. Which I did. I think she tried to say something, but her words were indecipherable due to her screaming and crying. I made a mad dash to my car, trying my hardest to not drop her flat on her face. But I mentally face palmed when I realized that I didn't leave the passenger door open. I set her on the ground, and opened the door, setting her inside. I swear, if I get pulled over for her not having her seatbelt on.... I would just call an ambulance but they would most likely take her to the nearest hospital, not the Wellson Hospital. So...

DANG IT I can't speed although wise I'll definitely get pulled over!! Y'know what?! I'm just gonna call an ambulance! It'll be SO much BETTER! I-I NEED TO BREATHE!! As Delancey continued to scream, I pulled out my phone and dialed 911. I sat there in my seat, listening to the dialing toon as a million panic driven thoughts ran through my head. But I almost jumped out of my skin as the toon suddenly cut off and a man on the other end of the line said--

Phone operator: "911, what's you're emergency?" He said in a calm voice.

Dillion: "I need an ambulance immediately! My girlfriend, she has some sort of deadly skin decease that I-I don't completely understand. She's in the car with me and she's relentlessly screaming her lungs out. I-haha- don't know what to do." I explained through my shuttered breath, shaking and scared out of my mind. I could hear Delancey's agonizing screams from the other end of the line, so I know he could hear them.

Phone operator: "Take a few deep breaths. If you're driving, then I need you to pull over and tell me what street you're on, and what you're vehicle looks like."

Dillion: "Uh...I'm parked on the side of 4th Blossom St. And I drive a 2005 black Hyundai Elantra."

Phone operator: "Alright, an ambulance is on it's way."

He asked me to stay on the line with him until it arrived, which I did. He tried asking me several questions, most of which I didn't know how to answer or was to panicked to form proper English words. But once it did arrive, they quickly grabbed Delancey and put her on a stretcher, placing her in the ambulance. The nurses were clearly baffled then they saw Delancey's condition, after all it's completely unheard of. It's unique. Obviously, I was allowed to go in with her since I'm currently her only emotional support. Though, now that I'd think about it, maybe I'm the one who needs emotional support because I'm about to pee my pants. The nurses asked me a million questions at a time but I once again didn't know how to answer any of them. I felt so helpless, so small. The one thing I was able to do was demand that we go the Wellson hospital instead. If not...then who knows what could happen. They were reluctant at first, but after a moment, they understood that if we did anything otherwise then Delancey could...

Could...

I choked. Everything just kinds hit me all at once and I....couldn't hold it together anymore...I just let it all out. I finally had that desperate moment to cry. I leaded over, pressing my elbows against my knees for support, and my hair falling over my face just enough in order to hide behind it. Usually, I would feel a little embarrassed when I cry in front of people since I can be an emotional reck sometimes, but at that moment, I was far too worried about Delancey in the heat of the moment to worry about my own unimportant insecurities. I must say, this is without a doubt, the single most scary minutes of my life so far...

Umm....okay then. This is....an interesting chapter. It was fun to write though! I love writing about Dillion because of how dorky and caring I can make him. And just based on the comments I get from you guys, I can tell you like him a lot too! Good, because you'll be seeing a lot more of him as the book goes on. This one is really long...almost 1600 words...huh

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