The Billionaire Rock Star's Rescue: The GASMFA's Stars, #1

By Cassidy Bond

The GASMFA's Stars-Book One

 

They were the top four students at GASMFA, the Los Angeles School of Nursing and EMTs, and now they are the spearheads of L.A Hospital, the most prestigious and largest hospital on the West Coast, but will they be able to deal with heart emergencies as well?

 

She has turned over a new leaf and changed her life, but one night the past comes knocking at her door again....

 

Dawney Miller, a former groupie with a difficult teenage years behind her, after nearly losing her life due to severe alcohol intoxication, has turned over a new leaf and is now one of the emergency room rescuers at L.A Hospital.

 

One evening, urgently called in along with Bette and Mark, her colleagues, to intervene in a case of a heart attack, she finds herself giving cardiac massage to Cole Young, well-known record producer and former Razor Edge guitarist, on the floor of his five-billion-dollar mansion!

 

Ten years earlier, after following him and his rock band across America, he abandoned her just when she needed him most, and she never forgave him for it. It is just too bad that after recovering and recognizing her, Cole does not seem intent on letting her go a second time!

 

For Dawney, a real code red is coming...will she be able to go on with her orderly life and keep her purpose or, with the help of a romantic cabin in Aspen and the magic of Christmas, will it be her heart that is at risk again this time?

 

Warning: due to the presence of several erotic scenes and the use in some parts of the book of crude language, reading is recommended for audiences over 18 (21 in the United States).

• Language: English
• Publisher: Self published
• Release date: Jun 22, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215368916

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The Billionaire Rock Star's Rescue (The GASMFA's Stars, #1)

the bILLIOnaire | rock star's rescue

the bILLIOnaire | rock star's rescue

THE GASMFA's STARS

CASSIDY BOND

the bILLIOnaire

rock star's rescue

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-The GASMFA's Stars-Book 1-

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Title: The Billionaire Rock Star's Rescue

Authoress: Cassidy Bond

Series: The GASMFA's Stars

Book: 1

Copywright 2023 by Cassidy Bond

This is a work of fiction. Any reference to real-life facts or people is purely coincidental.

The medical information contained within this book is either derived from the author's knowledge or from official medical sources that have been consulted to make the plot as truthful as possible. However, for safety reasons, the author advises against adopting the medical information contained within this book and, if in doubt, to consult your physician.

All rights reserved. This book contains copywright-protected material and may not be copied, reproduced, transferred, distributed, rented, licensed or broadcast in public, or otherwise used, without the written permission of the authoress, except for brief excerpts within interviews or reviews.

CASSIDY BOND

the bILLIOnaire

rock star's rescue

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-The GASMFA's Stars-Book 1-

THE GASMFA's STARS

They were the top four students at GASMFA, the Los Angeles School of Nursing and EMTs, and now they are the spearheads of L.A Hospital, the most prestigious and largest hospital on the West Coast, but will they be able to deal with heart emergencies as well?

Dawney Miller, a former groupie with a difficult teenage years behind her, after nearly losing her life due to severe alcohol intoxication, has turned over a new leaf and is now one of the emergency room rescuers at L.A Hospital. One evening, urgently called in along with Bette and Mark, her colleagues, to intervene in a case of a heart attack, she finds herself giving cardiac massage to Cole Young, well-known record producer and former Razor Edge guitarist, on the floor of his five-billion-dollar mansion! Ten years earlier, after following him and his rock band across America, he abandoned her just when she needed him most, and she never forgave him for it. It is just too bad that after recovering and recognizing her, Cole does not seem intent on letting her go a second time! For Dawney, a real code red is coming...will she be able to go on with her orderly life and keep her purpose or, with the help of a romantic cabin in Aspen and the magic of Christmas, will it be her heart that is at risk again this time?

1.

Nine-one-one, what's the emergency?

Yes, we need help at 401 N Beverly Road, West Hollywood. A friend of ours got sick, he said his left arm hurt, then pressed his hand to his chest and fell to the ground!

We'll send an ambulance right away, and saying this, the operator immediately transmitted the call data to the Emergency Room of the L.A Hospital, which was the closest one to the area.

A few seconds later Dawney Miller, recently turned twenty-eight, found herself in the ambulance alongside Bette, her colleague and best friend, and as always she began to go over everything she had learned during her three years at the GASMFA, the professional EMT and nurse school.

This was not the first time she intervened in a case of suspected heart attack, but that did not mean she should take the emergency lightly. Sadly, in her five years working in the Emergency Room at L.A Hospital, she had had at least ten cases in which, despite people calling them promptly, they had had to report a death from cardiac arrest to some friend, family member or, even worse, a crying partner.

An icy chill ran down her spine as she thought back to a similar incident, though different in many ways, in which she was the one who had found herself on the ground. She had been lucky, however: shortly after she had been dumped carelessly in front of the door of the Emergency Room at L.A Hospital, Mark, who was now speed-driving the ambulance in which she and Bette were in, had found her and rescued her just in time and just before a severe alcohol intoxication sent her prematurely to the Creator. Once she had recovered from the bad adventure, she had decided to cut back on her old life - being a groupie in a famous rock band was starting to become too dangerous - and enroll in a school to become an emergency responder. Getting back behind a school desk had been a challenge for her, who had dropped out of high school to follow the Razor Edge and their charismatic guitarist, Cole Young, and had never been much of a student, but she had gritted her teeth and, after the first week, had found that she liked EMT school. She had graduated with honors, which was even stranger, and three years later, after working her way up through the ranks in some small hospitals, she had tried her hand at everything and sent her application to the Emergency Room at L.A Hospital.

She had been accepted. And at that moment, when she had received the fateful yes and had been hired, she had felt that she had also paid off the debt she owed to that ER.

We're here, Mark said, stopping the ambulance.

She wasted no time: as Bette opened the vehicle doors, she quickly grabbed the defibrillator and everything needed to counteract cardiac arrests and heart attacks, then she jumped down from the ambulance.

She paid no attention to the luxurious neoclassical-style mansion, nor to the swimming pool illuminated by lights that changed color every second, nor to the gardens that surrounded it. Nor did she pay any attention to the six gorillas who, at first, tried to bar her way, but as soon as they saw her uniform, her purse and, most importantly, the defibrillator, they led the way for her and Bette into the villa's salon, which was lit by hundreds of crystal pendant lights and glittered with gold and fine white Carrara marble.

Get everyone away! Bette ordered to the bodyguards, and as soon as the six men were able to clear the area, they approached the man lying on the ground and knelt beside him.

After checking that, indeed, there was no heartbeat, Dawney hurriedly unfastened his pants to pull out the flaps of his shirt. Meanwhile, Bette unfastened the buttons of the elegant suit, and as soon as the man's chest was in view, Dawney immediately proceeded with CPR.

One, two, three...Stayin alive, stayin alive.

The well-known Bee Gees hit began to run through her head, setting the pace for her hands. During the first lesson in which they had covered heart attacks, their professor, Celine, had revealed to them the secret to doing proper heart massage:

Just sing in your head the song Stayin alive by the Bee Gees and follow the beat.

She had almost laughed about it the first time, but then, when she had found herself on the real battlefield and giving heart massages to both adults and children, she had realized that it worked.

One, two, three...Stayin alive, stayin alive.

One minute and twenty seconds, said Bette, looking at her watch. I'll relieve you shortly.

Dawney, even though she felt her arms beginning to ache, continued to practice CPR, never stopping.

And, in the meantime, she began to pray.

Oh Lord, please don't let it be too late.

One minute and thirty seconds...one minute and forty seconds...one minute and fifty seconds...

Ouch, you hurt me! Shouted a voice suddenly.

She stopped abruptly. Beneath her palms, the man's heart had started beating again.

She turned to look at him to ask how he was feeling now, as she usually did, but she did not have time to say a word, because the man preceded her:

Dawney?! He exclaimed, stunned. Then he raised his head slightly to look down. Why are my pants unbuttoned?

2.

For the first time since she had started doing that job, Dawney was speechless. Before she had been too busy giving him CPR and trying to save his life, but now that the adrenaline had disappeared from her body, she realized that the patient on the ground was not just another stranger, but Cole Young!

His light brown curls were shorter than when she had first met him, and they now bore the marks of several highlights done at some very expensive salon in Los Angeles, but she would have recognized those dark blue eyes anywhere: when she was still a groupie and followed the Razor Edge's, they had made the hearts of thousands of fans beat. Including her own.

Stop thinking and act, Dawney! He is not out of danger yet, you must take him to the hospital immediately!

And then she asked him:

How do you feel, Mr...?

She had managed to regain control of the situation.

***

Cole looked at her, as if he were actually staring at an alien from Mars who had just landed in the ballroom of his five-billion-dollar mansion.

He could not understand why Dawney was pretending not to know him. True, it had been ten years since they had last met and since that night where he had acted like a complete idiot, but they were no strangers.

Young. Cole Young, he finally replied, deciding to stay on her game. For now. Like a caterpillar just ran over me.

Dawney nodded. It seemed that the heart attack had left no serious after-effects behind, but to be able to say for sure, they would have to take him to the hospital and do all the appropriate checks.

Okay, now listen to me, Mr. Young. We're going to take you to the hospital now. There the doctors will give you a little checkup to make sure you are okay. Warn us, right away, if you experience any other symptoms or if you have pain in your left arm again. Did you understand me?

Loud and clear, beauty, Cole thought, feeling the sudden urge to give her a piquant or double-speak-filled response.

He restrained himself: this was no time for joking; had it not been for Dawney, this time no one could have prevented him from detaching a one-way ticket to the other world. And a checkup at the hospital certainly would not have hurt him. In fact, he should have gone months ago, after his doctor had told him, in no uncertain terms, that his illness had worsened and that, if he did not have heart surgery as soon as possible, he would end up like his father. Only then, between the various recordings, the supervision of the mixing and mastering processes of the various CDs that had come out, or were due to come out during that year, and the numerous times he had had to intervene to calm the mood swings of this or that musician, he had forgotten about it. Or rather, he had not had the material time to do so.

Yes, I understood everything.

Very good.

Then, without adding anything else, Dawney and the other rescuer, a woman with very short black hair and light gray eyes, placed him on a stretcher, after which they carried him out of his mansion and directed him to an ambulance that was waiting outside in his yard.

As the ambulance doors closed on him, he thought of a way to get a word in edgewise with Dawney or, at the very least, to get a few words out of her.

For example, what had happened to her? If she had recovered after what he, a fool, had done to her, why had she not come looking for him? And why, after what they had shared together, had she pretended not to know him?

But then, before he could even realize it, he slipped into sleep. His body was tired and, in the end, that tiredness won out over his mind and, also, over the questions he wanted to ask to her.

***

Two weeks later, and after the doctor on duty had done his final checkup, Cole walked through the sliding doors of the L.A. Hospital exit. Garrison, his private driver, was already outside waiting for him and, as he approached, opened the limo door for him.

I am happy to see you again, sir, he said in his unmistakable Yorkshire accent.

I'm too, Garrison, he replied, then got in and sank down into the white leather seats.

Garrison closed the door on him, then reached behind the steering wheel and started the