(Brian's POV)
We all watched him fall in slow motion, hearing a sickening crack before there was silence, and he lay on the edge of the stage, unmoving. Jaime screamed and the music stopped rather abruptly.
I couldn't move: my feet were frozen and my body was shaking, so I could only watch as Walker (being the closest) sprinted over and fell to his knees next to the still form. A few moments of agonising silence passed before he raised his head. The worry and pure fear in his face when he looked back at us chilled me to my stomach.
"Somebody call an ambulance!" he yelled, voice shaking.
Immediately, Dylan pulled out his phone and walked over to the side of the stage, away from the main group. I glanced around at the rest of the team. Lauren and Meredith were huddled in a small group with Charlene and Jaime, who looked as though she was both in shock and trying not to cry. Wanting something to do, I forced my feet to move and shuffled over to Walker, who hadn't left Joey's side.
Kneeling down, I put one hand on Joe's shaking shoulder, the question lingering in my eyes. Joe simply shook his head and continued to watch Joey's chest rise and fall in an attempt to calm himself. I myself tried my hardest not to look at his pale skin or the blood that was beginning to form in his hair. It nauseated me, and I had to look away, standing again as I did so.
Dylan walked back over to the rest of us, having ended his phone call. He glanced up at all of us and simply said "they're on their way."
I couldn't help the relief that attempted to crawl into my chest, but fear and worry soon replaced it once more as I turned my gaze on the rest of the group once more. The girls were still huddled together, while Corey, Clark, Mark and Tomek were deep in serious conversation near the back of the stage, occasionally glancing over at us worriedly. I sat down beside Joe again, blocking out all sound except that of slightly ragged breathing – I didn't know where it was coming from, but the noise was comforting. I settled down to wait.
My hand found itself clasping the cool, awfully limp hand of our unconscious friend. Joe turned his head away, sensing that I needed a moment. Bowing my own head, fighting against the worried tears that threatened to escape, I bent forward and whispered in his ear.
"Please, please be okay" my voice breaking as I said it.
The only reply I got was slow, shallow breathing.
TBC...