Lol guys I'm starting a new story… on Super 8. I always thought Cary was spelled Carey, but ok…
"Cary!"
We looked and looked for Cary. He was nowhere to be seen. The train around us was still on fire, but we searched near it anyway.
Alice, that is once we found her, helped us look. Finally, she shouts, "He's over here! But he's hurt!"
We all race over to check on our friend.
Cary lies, injured badly. His blood coats the ground, oozing out of a cut on his left forearm. He doesn't move, she we shake him lightly.
"Cary. Wake up. It's over. We're ok now." I tell him.
He groans slightly, androgens his eyes. "Guys? I don't feel so good."
We nod. "It'll be ok Cary." We assure him.
"No, no I'm not ok. This is your guys' fault…" he trails off.
"No! CARY WAKE UP! DON'T BE A DAMN BITCH, WAKE UP! I start shouting at him.
He reaches up to me. "No, leave me."
"But the cops are coming! We've gotta get you outta here!" I protest frantically.
"It's ok, just get me home…" he mutters weakly.
I just now notice Alice's reaction to all of this. She's crying. "No, Cary, you can't die. I brought you here and now you're… dying- oh I'm so sorry!"
He blinks up at her. "It's ok. It's not your fault. You'll all be fine without me. I promise." At that, he stops moving.
"No!" she yells.
We quickly carry him off to Alice's dad's truck, and set him in the back.
Alice speeds off, toward the hospital. We reach it in only a few minutes.
Cary's still breathing, but only lightly. He seems so weak, so alone. His braces glint in the moonlight, and I wonder why this all had to happen.
"I'm so sorry buddy." I whisper to him. My eyes tear up, but I won't let Alice see me cry. Not in a million years. I've gotta stay strong; for Cary, and for Alice.
We pull up to the hospital, and rush inside go the ER.
"Hurry, this boy's dying!" I yell.
They race over, and lift him onto a gurney. They wheel him off, and one of the nurses stops, and turns to us.
"Boys… and girl, I have some questions for you." She says. She leads us off to a private room, and has us five sit down.
"How exactly did this happen?" she asks calmly.
"Well… it's kind of a long story." I reply warily.
She checks her watch. "Hey kid, I've got till midnight. Knock yourselves out." She adjusts herself, then looks at us. "Well?"
"Umm…" Alice mutters.
We begin our story… from the beginning. The very beginning.
"Ok, so you guys were at this train crash? And you got the whole thing on video?" she asks unbelievingly.
We nod.
"Hmm."
I look over to the wall. The clock says 11:38, an hour after we got here.
"Is Cary ok?" I ask.
She says, "I'll go see." She steps out of the room for a second.
Alice, Charles, Martin, Preston, and I look around at each other for a while. Alice still appears to be crying.
"Alice, It'll be ok." I assure her.
"No it won't! If he dies… I'll have no one to blame but myself." She sniffles.
The nurse comes in the room. "He appears to be stable for now, but he'll need to stay here overnight. We should get you kids checked out too, but first, why don't you see your friend."
I sigh, and Alice and Charles get up to come with me as well.
Preston and Martin are still sitting though.
"Come on guys! Don't you wanna see Cary?" Charles asks.
They nod, then get up too. They're best friends with Cary, so there's no reason for them not to see him.
We walk down the hallway, and stop at room 8.
"Here we go…" Martin mutters.
Alice nods. "Come on guys. Be strong. For Cary!"
"For Cary!" we reply back, and take a step into the room…