Emergency Fanfiction Johnny Collapses Novels & Stories

— She's fine, she's just unconscious — Simon kissed his sister's cheek and threw himself against the wall, breathing deeply. I let the air out through my mouth. Thank God my girl was alive. I got up, my body still numb with adrenaline. I looked around and the bodies were piled up on the floor. I had a couple that didn't play on duty. I knew they would be backing me up when the time came to act. —The Phoenix Guardian never loses its form — joked Jonny , examining the wound on my shoulder. —I still know how to fire a gun, my friend. But I hope to retire from today.

The class reunion had just ended when the villa hosting it suddenly collapsed. Priscilla Hobbs and I were both trapped beneath a massive concrete slab. Her legs were pinned down by steel bars, while mine had been crushed, the pain unbearable. Joel Xander arrived with the rescue team at this critical moment. One of his subordinates hesitated and asked, "Mr. Xander, Mrs. Xander's condition doesn't look good. Should we get her out first?" But without a second thought, Joel picked up his tools and began prying the slab off Priscilla.

"Nora Vale, why are you just standing there? My leg is broken! Get me to the hospital where Kimberly interns now!" Joseph Coleman's bark cleared the haze from my mind, and I realized I was standing in the living room while he lay motionless on the ground, having fallen from the third floor. He ground his teeth through the pain of two shattered legs and still managed to glare at me with disgust and suspicion. "Nora, if you take me to the nearest hospital again and make me lose Kimberly, I swear you'll suffer a death worse than you had the last time!"

I turned back to the man lying on the ground, groaning, cradling his jaw. “What happened that day?” I demanded. “The fire. My Auntie Eleanor, the director of the orphanage. What did you see?” He didn’t answer right away—just whimpered and rolled onto his side, clutching his ribs like he might pass out. “I think something’s broken,” he wheezed. Damien took a threatening step forward. John flinched. “Okay! Okay! Just—don’t hit me again!” His eyes darted between us like a cornered rat.

Making an elite corporate figure vanish from the face of the earth was as easy as blinking. "Isabella, please! I'm sorry!" Jenna whimpered, dragging her broken body toward me on her elbows, her voice cracking with absolute desperation. "I didn't know your real identity! I thought you were just playing a game... it was just a misunderstanding! Please, tell your father to stop!" The more she begged, the more pathetic she sounded. Before she could crawl any closer, my father stepped forward and delivered a devastating blow with the butt of his pistol straight to Jenna's jaw, shattering her teeth and silencing her pathetic cries.

After that, I merged my own pack's resources with Johnny's out of guilt. The once chaotic pack began to thrive under my plans, and everyone was grateful for my presence. After I had a pup with Johnny, I naively thought the Moon Goddess had finally blessed me. But on the day I was supposed to give birth, Johnny tied me up in a car. As the car spun out of control, he gave me a cruel smile. "You should feel the same despair Amy did. Die!" Johnny jumped out just before the car exploded. In that moment, I felt every bit of pain as my skin charred, as the flames tore through me.

"Whitney caught a cold, so I invited her over to take a hot shower. Can't you even tolerate such small acts of kindness?" Hearing this, Whitney made a sorry expression and got down from his arms. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lane. I'll leave now if that is your wish." Right as she touched the ground, she squealed, "Ah, what's this?!" She had accidentally stepped on blood that was flowing from my leg. Whitney instinctively grabbed Francis out of fear. With a trembling voice, she told him, "Francis, I think she's injured. Why don't you send her to the hospital? Don't worry about me."

A few reporters hovered like vultures, watching. A microphone stand tipped over behind me with a crash, startling everyone within ten feet. Someone laughed nervously. Someone else muttered about how hot it was. Tension buzzed around the edges of everything. Like everyone was waiting for something to go wrong. Then one of the Elders staggered. At first, I thought he was just lightheaded. Then his knees buckled. Then he collapsed. Screams. A rush of movement. Jason’s voice cut through the chaos. "It’s her! She poisoned Elder Thorne!"

I babbled, and immediately burst into tears. I needed to tell him – I needed to tell him how Connor had sensed the danger, and had wrapped his arms around me, shielding me from any harm – Johnny looked partially relieved and turned back to Connor’s limp body, flipping up his jacket for some reason, looking at his back. I expected it to be soaked with blood, but the shirt was inexplicably crisp and white. Johnny yelled into his radio, “GET THE FUCKING EMT GUYS HERE NOW!” I stumbled onto my elbows and rolled towards Connor, put my hands on his slack face. “Connor – Connor, can you hear me?! CONNOR!”

He loved her so damn much. Let it go to voicemail. You’ve gotta get mission ready. Nope, Johnny’s thumb had a mind of its own. “Lizbug, I hope you stayed home—” “John. Oh, God, John.” She was losing her shit and he stood, his thoughts tumbling. “Baby, what’s wrong?” “They killed her. They’re shooting everyone. I’m next. Oh shit, shit, shit, I’m next.” For the first time in his career, he nearly pissed himself. “Where are you? On the crew bus?”