"Found it." Kevin heard Joe yell, " Nick, Kevin, we can go now."
"Good," Nick yelled, "Kevin, lets go…Kevin, where are you? … KEVIN!"
Kevin looked up and urgently yelled, "Guys, come here you have to help me with this." They hurried over and saw what Kevin was looking at. Time seemed to stop as he looked down and saw a girl, lying on her side and half hidden by the weeds. Her clothes were ripped and dirty. Her whole face was streaked with dry blood that appeared to have come from a gaping gash on the side of her face. She looked about 20. "She's beautiful," Kevin thought, "Even with the blood."
"Is she alive, Kevin?" Nick asked.
Kevin snapped back to reality, "I don't know," he replied. He knelt down and checked her pulse. "Yes. Her pulse is weak, but it's there," Kevin said.
"I'll go get Mom and Dad." Joe said, as he ran towards the bus.
"What do we do?" Nick asked.
"Take her to the hospital, what else?" Kevin replied. He gently scooped her up into his arms. As he did, she let out a faint whisper. Kevin leaned his ear closer to her mouth and she whispered it again. "Help… me… please…help…me…"
"What is it?" Nick asked.
"Nothing" Kevin replied. He didn't know why he didn't tell Nick what she said. He just had a feeling that those words were only meant for him. Or maybe he just wanted them to be meant for him.
"Lets go." Kevin said. Nick nodded and they ran as fast as they could trying to make sure she didn't move too much. They met up with Joe and their parents who also agreed they had to get to the hospital ASAP. Kevin took her in side and laid her on his bed. He didn't care about the blood or the dirt. He only cared about making sure she was okay. Ages later (or so it seemed) they arrived at the hospital, where she was rushed to intensive care. Kevin and the rest of the family waited in the waiting room.
