What do you do when your best friend is dying in your arms? What do you do when his breathing gets shallow? What do you do when he's eyes grow dim? What do you do when it's your entire fault? I don't know what you're supposed to do, but I know what I did. I carried him inside and lay his head on my knees as I knelt down on the hard floor. I held his hand and he squeezed it in pain. I knew a doctor was coming so using my basic knowledge of health care to put pressure on his wound. I almost expected him to look me in the eyes and tell me to stop dreaming but he didn't say a word. I smiled slightly at him trying to get him to move. Show that he was alive aside from the struggling breathing he was trying to do. His mouth curved up slightly at the edges. "One more moment please just hang on," I muttered choking on the tears that seemed to well up in my eyes. "Dreamer," his voice was harsh rough and his breathing force but I smiled at the sound. His eyes were glazing over and the pressure on my hand was lessened. I moved my hand on his chest to wipe the sweat from his brow and pushed his long curled hair back. His eye drilled into mine and I nearly looked down. "Keep dreaming," he muttered so softly I almost missed it. His breathing was so thin and soft and his hand wasn't even squeezing mine back anymore. "Not your fault," he muttered tears my tears leaked down onto his face I was so close to him I realized.
I scrambled to wipe the tears from his face. How did he always know what I was thinking? "Please silver, don't die on my," I called him by our age old nickname for him. His eyes told me it wasn't going to happen. "Ben," his lips formed the words but I couldn't hear him. His breathing stopped and in its place was the loudest silence I've ever heard. I reached down and shut his eyes closed gone forever. I don't know what I was support to do but leave his side if only for a moment to tell the others. I swallowed my tears and went to find the others. One glace at the clock told me it had only been two minutes. Two minutes and I never even got to say good bye. What are you supposed to do when you held you best friend and he died.