Chapter 7: Ghost from the Past

~Seth

"Willsmith!" When I saw her fall, I cried and ran towards her, cupping her face and lightly tapping it.

"Wake up!"

There was no reaction.

“Hey! Sh*t!” I cursed under my breath.

I remember her having asthma, fuck it!

Oh, no. I scoop her up in a bridal style and rush to my car.

I quickly buckled her seatbelt and rushed into the driver's seat after putting her in the passenger seat.

What should I do now?

I look at her, hoping she will wake up soon. I pressed my ear against her chest to see if she was still alive. Thankfully, her heart was still beating normally.

That gave me a sigh of relief.

My mind is debating, my left and right brain arguing over whether or not to take her to the hospital.

My left tells me to bring her, but my right tells me not to.

If Mrs. Willsmith will be informed that her daughter has been admitted to the hospital. She'll undoub