Emison: You Know What They Say

Chapter 47: Hey, Baby

*I wasn't going to be where they have anymore kids in this story, but holy shit. I thought of the cutest baby girl names!* *Happy Fourth Of July, my fellow Americans.*

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Alison POV:
I was talking to Emily, telling her to fight until suddenly she flatlined.

"Emily!" I scream.

I grab her hand checking for a pulse.

Nothing.

"Emily, baby! Please!" I cry.

I press the blue button behind her bed signaling for a doctor, and an alarm goes off.

"Code blue, code blue! One twenty three! Code blue, code blue!" A computer voice yells on the intercom.

Lights are flashing and a bunch of doctors run in.

"I need a crash cart over here!" One lady yells.

Tears are streaming down my face as I stare at Emily's lifeless body.

"What are we at?" A male doctor asks.

"One minute." The lady from before tells him.

"Paddles. Charge it to three hundred." Another doctor says.

"Ready? Clear!" The doctor with the paddles calls, and everyone moves their hands away.

She shocks Emily.

Nothing.

"Charge to three fifty. Clear!"

Another.

Nothing.

"Damn it." I hear a doctor mutter.

"Come on, Emily. I'm doing your part now you've got to do yours." The lady with the paddles says.

A forth time.

Emily's body lifts high off the bed, and she gasps loudly as her eyes shoot open.

"Emily!" I scream in joy.

"Emily." I hear Tyler whisper.

I turn around and see Tyler with red, puffy eyes and tears streaming down his precious face.

Emily keeps gasping, trying to catch her breath.

"Hey, baby." She whispers as she looks at me after catching her breath.

"Emily Fields, don't you dare scare me like that ever again!" I yell at her as slap her shoulder.

"Ow!" She laughs.

I soften and sigh as I give her a small smile.

"I missed you." I whisper.

"I miss you, too." She whispers back, and kisses the back of my hand.

"Eden misses you. She won't stop asking for you." I tell her.

She smiles widely, and looks over at Tyler.

"Hey, bud. You look awful."

Tyler rolls his eyes with a closed mouth smile and let's out a breathy laugh.

"Look at you! You better hope the scarring isn't too bad." He says.

"I better not have scars from that shit!" Emily exclaims.

"Hey, you had an expert. Scarring with me minimal." I tell her.

"What was his name?" She asks.