Married at 19 novel Chapter 71

　　No....no...Nathan!!!!

　　He was lying there on the ground, unconscious after being hit and run from that black car. The blood was coming out from his head and his right leg seems to be broken.

　　I kneel down beside him to check his pulse in his hand.

　　Oh my god....there is no pulse.

　　I just can't hold my tears from bursting from my eyes.

　　Nathan...please don't die.

　　"Please stay back, give him some air." Dylan, who was holding my crying son instructed to the crowd of people around us.

　　"Dylan, call the ambulance, now!!!" I told him.

　　"Alright!" He quickly searches for his phone in his pockets, then called the ambulance as he found it.

　　I leaned closer to Nathan's chest to listen to his heartbeat, but it's too weak.

　　"Mommy...." I heard Danish called for me.

　　Nathan....you need to still alive!

　　You need to know that Danish is our son, our little precious baby.

　　Please stay alive for us!!!!

　　I took a glance at my crying son. "Dylan, please take him to somewhere else for awhile."

　　The reason why I asked him for that because I don't want him to watch his father in such a critical condition that might affect him.

　　Dylan nodded as he understands me, then took Danish to somewhere else, although Danish doesn't want to.

　　I gave Nathan the cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR) so he could breathe again while waiting for the ambulance to arrive about 15 minutes, but I failed.

　　One more time.... please Nathan, stay with me.

　　"Okay, let me check first, Dr Sara." The nurse replied to me while searching for my fiance's data.

　　"Please make it quick!" My heart was beating so fast because I was so worried that something bad might happen to him.

　　"He's in the room 404."

　　"Okay, thanks." I quickly took a big paces towards the hospital's elevator to the fourth floor where Martin was admitted.

　　He was there, lying on the bed unconscious with the breathing support.

　　My poor fiance....

　　My knees were trembling when saw him in a bad condition, with the bandage around his head and also his right leg was broken.

　　I walked to his left side, then gently hold his cold left hand with tears coming through from my eyes.

　　"Martin..." I planted a kiss on his hand. "What happened to you?"