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"911, what's your emergency?"
The young man clutched his head in his left hand as he hunched over the edge of his bed, staring at the ground. "I, uh..." That was all he could get out for a moment. He sniffed, blinking tears out of his eyes. "I need an ambulence," he finished hoarsely.
"I have you at 868 N. Peoria Avenue, is that correct?"
He took a few deep breaths, pinching the bridge of his nose before muttering a, "Yea, that's right," through gritted teeth.
"What's the emergency?"
The man wiped his eyes slowly with his hand while saying thickly, "Th - There's, uh... There's been a suicide."
"Who's the victim?"
At this the man paused. He took a long shaky breath and sniffed. The tears finally escaped from his eyes, and he allowed them, tracking down his face slowly.
"I am."
Question: who is it? Get it right and I'll dedicate the next chapter to you! Review please!