Emergency Fanfiction Johnny Collapses Novels & Stories

Of all the nights for somebody to be careless. I pushed the door open and slipped inside. The stairwell smelled like cigarettes, dust, and old paint. I climbed. First floor. Second. Third. By the time I reached the top, my heart was beating so hard I had to stop for a second and breathe through my nose. Emeric's apartment was at the end of the hall. Light showed beneath the door. I could hear voices inside. I moved closer. Not too close. Just enough. “...can't keep doing this.”

This thought snapped me out of my panic attack as anger took over, I still struggled to stand as I made to move towards the direction of the sound but Johnny moved first. He was already ahead so I followed, trying not to fall back into panic as I kept the image of Valentina in my head. Johnny kicked the door open in an overexaggerated manner like he would do in films and before I could push him aside, I heard the bang of the gun and a lady's screech. A painful scream that made me freeze in my steps, my heart drumming wildly. Did the bullet catch the wrong target?

The tenth blood. The final ritual. His salvation. His doom. Inside, Jenna scrambled backward the moment she heard the cracks of impact. She tripped over the edge of the couch and fell to the floor, scrambling up again and stumbling toward the corner. She didn’t understand anything he’d said… except one thing: Whatever he was holding back, he wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. She curled into herself, whispering through tears, “Please, just let this be a nightmare… please…”

"But your father never rose from his fall either. Are you still willing to let your family suffer, Hannah?" "Frances, please. Let me talk to Hannah alone," John pleaded. "Can't you be firm with her! You're always weak, John!" Francesca glared in frustration. "Stop! I need..." John's words were cut off as he suddenly clutched his chest. He groaned and collapsed to the floor. John lost consciousness. "Dad! Dad!" Hannah screamed in fear. * Hannah looked through the glass window where John lay on the bed with various medical instruments attached to his body.

He shoved him hard. John’s eyes rolled back, and he collapsed instantly. “Baby... I think John fainted,” Camille said, lightly tapping Richard’s arm. “Don’t worry,” Richard scoffed. “He’s pretending. His mother used that trick all the time—looks like the son inherited it. Enough pretending. Get up!” “Doctor! Doctor!” Nurse Joy shouted, racing out of the ward. ***** Meanwhile, Mia hurried down the corridor, phone pressed to her ear again. “Zina, I’m sorry to bother you, but it’s an emergency. I need you to help me.”

He reached for his phone with shaking hands and called the cops. “This is an emergency,” he said, voice hoarse. “Building 12, floor three. Man down. Woman injured—bleeding out. Please hurry.” I tried to stay standing, really did. But my legs gave out. I dropped to my knees. Then the floor met me. The pain exploded in my back and stomach. Blood soaked the floor around me. My hands pressed against my belly, but it wouldn’t stop. Johnny crawled to me, panic in his eyes. “Susan. Stay awake. Please—stay with me, baby.”

The bodyguard nodded repeatedly, wheezing as his mental fortitude crumbled, "T-They're in the basement! I once saw the secret mechanisms under the desk, which opens a secret passage… It's guarded by several martial elites too!" "Hehe. Good." Madfist chuckled. Even as the bodyguard looked at him, desperate to survive, he clenched his fingers. Crunch! With that, another neck snapped audibly. "Argh!" In the distance, Johnny's legs buckled as he dropped in sheer terror in the distance. His sanity almost crumbled—never could he have expected that the first day on the job meant running straight into a smiling reaper! In fact, even as his brain commanded his body repeatedly to flee, his legs had go

Johnny quickly handed me a glass of water, and I took a sip, feeling the cool liquid soothe my parched throat. "What...what happened?" I asked, trying to piece together the events that had led me to this hospital bed. Johnny's face clouded over, and he took a deep breath before answering. "You were rushed to the hospital, and the doctors said you had a bad case of dehydration and exhaustion. But you're going to be okay." I nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. Johnny's eyes locked onto mine, and he pulled me into a tight hug. "I was so scared," he whispered into my ear. "Promise me you won't scare me like that again."

The ghost greeted him. The unspeakable horror on Johan's face made Johhny crackle in amusement. His eyes quivered and kept shifting from left to right. Then, unrestrainedly, Johan screamed on the top of his lung. He smashed the head to the wall and bolted to the emergency stairs. Johan ignored everything as the man fled in pure terror. His body collided with the door, and he descended the emergency stairs in haste. He could hear Johnny's taunting laughter accompanying him as he fled.

I quickly composed myself and called out, "Who is it?" "It's Nurse Emily, Doctor Danciana," came the reply from the other side. "Please, come in," I said, trying to sound as calm as possible. Nurse Emily rushed in, her face flushed with worry. "Doctor Danciana, it's urgent. One of our patients, John, he's in critical condition. His condition deteriorated rapidly, and we can't stabilize him. We need your immediate assistance." My heart sank at the news. John was a loyal member of our pack, and the thought of losing one of our own was devastating. I didn't waste a moment and stood up immediately. Alpha Dante, who was still seated in the room, looked perplexed.