Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

“What do you mean we are too late,” Ivy dropped Elsa gently on the floor. She knew that what he said had a high chance of being true but there was no way she could accept that. “Why are you not calling the ambulance yet? Your phone is right there with you. In your hands!”

Then she started looking around.

“Where is my phone? Where is that freaking little box?!”

Then she found it, laying just right there on the floor. She must have dropped it while she had ran in earlier.

She picked it up, dialing the emergency numbers immediately.

“It’s too late,” his voice was calm.

It angered her.

How could he be calm about all this? Was it because of what Elsa did? Or because he had no real connection to her?

This was a life or death situation. None of that should matter!

She snapped her gaze towards him, the phone pressed to her ear.

“She is still breathing,” the words pushed through her teeth as she pointed to her friend who was still laying weakly on the floor.

“Very faintly,” he replied, unfazed.

“She is still breathing, damnit!” She yelled, her lips vibrating, her whole body shaking, tears running down her face.

“Not for long.”

She opened her mouth to say something back but words failed her.

“Hello…” She heard a voice over the phone and she turned away from Chris, speaking quickly to the receiver.

“… y-yes, please come quickly,” with that she ended the call.

She wanted to tuck the phone away, it was only then she discovered that all she had on was her nightgown which had no pockets.

A chill ran over.

Cold.

She went to knee next to Elsa, holding her hand while she assured her that help was coming.

Elsa’s breathing was faint now and her eyes had already fluttered close.

She felt a jacket been placed over her back, then Chris kneeling by her side.

“We should have never fought, this would have never happened,” she cried.

“Look at me.”

She did, that deep and serious look was still on his face, one that spelt deadly risks.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Do you really want her to live no matter what?”

“Of course! Elsa means everything to me.”

“Do you think she will want the same, to live no matter what it would cost her?”

She nodded frantically.

Just like that, Chris picked her up from the floor like she weighed nothing, he rushed to the car, placing her in the backseat.

Ivy caught up with them, slipping into the front seat, while Chris took his place by the steering wheel.

“The ambulance might be here any moment.”

“Elsa doesn’t have that kind of time.”

Ivy quickly started checking online for the nearest hospital that was still receiving patients.

It was 1:12am.

The sirens she heard told her to look no further though.

“The ambulance!” She peeked out through the window, seeing the approaching colorful lights that lit the street.

The ambulance were here.

But just as that moment, Chris turned the key in the ignition and drove off, speeding back the way they came, away from the ambulance.

“What are you doing? They are here. It will be faster for them to get her to the hospital.”

He took a turn, his attention focused on the road.

“I asked, what are you doing?!” She shouted over the wind.

“Saving her.”

“How? You just drove us away from the ambulance!”

“You’ll see.”

She looked back at the Elsa, who was lying at the backseat.

Her heart ached.

Elsa looked almost lifeless.

“Don’t die, Elsa. Please, don’t die.”

Her heart racing, knowing who she stood to lose, she turned away and continued her search for any nearby hospital.

***

Whatever Chris meant by ‘she’ll see’, she certainly was confused about it, because except she was dreaming, this was no hospital.

It was a mansion, almost as big as the villa of her mysterious husband.

Almost.

“Where is this?”

“My house,” he said, stepping out if the car.

“Oh, you have a 24/7 private doctor,” she laughed nervously, stepping out the car too, before following him around as he carried Elsa in his arms and out of the car. “Is that why we are here? Because you have a 24/7 private doctor, right?”

“I’m the doctor she needs,” he said walking towards the house.

“You are a doctor?! Why didn’t you–”

At that moment, some people rushed out of the house, taking Elsa from him.

“Prepare for the turning,” he said to them and they nodding, disappearing into the house.

“Turning? What are you–”

Her voice was drowned out by the noise of a huge fan above them.

Was that an helicopter landing some distance away from them?

The noise was almost deafening.

After the landing, out stepped Jett, with his phone in his hand, although his attention wasn’t on it this time around.

He ran to them, while the helicopter flew up in the air once again.

Together they all walked into the house, getting away from the noise as fast as possible.

“Once again, the Yours Girl is safe!” He yelled.

“What is gouing on?!” Ivy shouted, but seen they were now a reasonable distance from the helicopter which had now taken off in the air, her voice sounded too loud.

“There was an attack on Amryelsa,” Chris said to Jett. “Find out the House that did this.”

“Yes, Sire.” Jett bowed lightly then turned away.

Ivy blinked.

Sire?

Did she just hear him call Chris Sire?

What was this? The ancient times?!

There were too many confusing words flying around. It was like as if she had suddenly being thrown into the past.

But she wasn’t concerned about that right now.

“Is your doctor already attending to Elsa? Is she feeling better? Has she opened her eyes?”

“Ivy, if you want your friend alive, you’ll have to ask your questions later.”

He stepped forward, pulling her into a quick embrace.

“Don’t be afraid. I have it all under control,” then he pulled away from her. “I’ll be back.”

Just like that, he disappeared down the stairs.

She blinked, vehemently.

She must have hit her heard against something. Hit it really hard.

Because she definitely did not just see Chris run at an impossible speed down the stairs, causing the breeze to blow strongly behind him.

Nah, absolutely not.

That was impossible so… she definitely hit her head against something.