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Friday evening Johnny was on his way to the Curtis. It was Summer, and the air was humid and muggy. The scenery was nice though – green grass and leaves on the trees twirling in a warm summer breeze. Johnny was lost in thought as he was passing by the lot. Suddenly he noticed that someone was there.

As he got closer he could distinguish that it was a girl. She had long wheat color hair and was wearing a plaid shirt and jeans. She was holding something in one hand and was doing something with the sleeves of her shirt. Johnny couldn't tell from where he was standing what she was doing.

Suddenly she moved and fell onto her back. Johnny realized that something was wrong. He ran up to her to see that the object she was holding was the blade which was now to her side and she must've been rolling her sleeves up so she could slit her veins. Both of her wrists were really bloody and her eyes were closed.

Johnny panicked. He used to think of suicide but after the fire he realized that he wanted to live more than anything and now that he'd seen the girl do this he was really shocked. He reacted fast though - he took off his jean jacket and threw it on the ground. Then he tore off the sleeves off of his shirt. He ran up to the girl and wrapped the torn off sleeves of his shirt around her wrists. He made sure they were tight around her wrists to stop the bleeding. He knew he had to get her to the hospital fast. He decided to carry her to Curtis so Darry could drive her to the hospital. She was unconscious.

Johnny was not very strong, but she was kind of small. With some difficulty he picked her up bridal style and started his walk to the Curtis. After a while he started running because he realized that every second mattered. Lucky for him it wasn't very far. The door at the Curtis was unlocked as always, but nobody was in the living room. "Hey Darry, Pony," Johnny yelled, "I need help."

"What's the matter?" Darry walked into the room followed by Pony and Soda. They all stopped right in front of Johnny.

"Who is it Johnny? What happened? Did socs get her?" Darry asked.

"No," Johnny said hurriedly, "I found her at the lot. She slit her wrists. We gotta get her to the hospital."

"Let's go," Darry yelled without any further questions, grabbing the car keys. They all ran to the truck. Darry drove way over the speed limit but luckily they didn't get pulled over.

They ran into ER. Darry was now carrying the girl. Johnny, who somehow felt responsible since he was the one that found her, ran to the front desk. "Ma'am," he said quickly, "we got a suicide attempt. She slit her wrists. She is unconscious." he pointed at Darry who was carrying the girl. Johnny was still panting from running.

"Name and address," the receptionist said dryly.

"We don't know, we found her unconscious. Please we need to hurry."

The receptionist seemed to finally realize the urgency of the situation and called the nurse, and her and a few paramedics placed the girl on the gurney. "We'll take it from here you can wait in the waiting room or you can just leave your phone number and we'll call you and let you know how she's doing." The nurse said. She seemed empathetic to their situation.

"We'll wait here," Johnny said quickly. He looked at her - desperation and hope in his eyes.

They sat down on the uncomfortable plastic chairs. "It's a good thing you found her," Pony said, looking up at his friend.

"I know," Johnny nodded, trying to catch his breath "a few more minutes and she would be gone," his voice quivered slightly as he spoke.

"I wonder what happened to her that made her do this." Soda said quietly, looking down.

"The sad part," Pony said, sadness in his eyes "is that she may try it again. Most suicidal people do."

"Maybe we can find out what happened and talk her out of it," Darry spoke up for the first time, putting a comforting hand on Johnny's shoulder.