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The most painful moments of Simon's life commenced as he awaited the arrival of the Emergency Response Team. Hannah had Lewis's hand in a death grip and had her head rested on his shoulder. Occasionally, she would shudder signifying her attempts to hold back painful sobs. Meanwhile, Martyn continued to check Lewis's heartbeat. Simon stayed as still as his unresponsive friend, learning against the frame of the door like a spectator. Fortunately, Hannah and Martyn were so concerned with Lewis's state that they failed to pursue the reasons behind it.

Frantic footsteps could be heard as workers ascended Yogtowers. This noise startled Simon out of his state and prompted him to act. He raced towards the flight of stairs, meeting the oncoming workers.

"He's in there!" Simon shouted, pointing to the open door of his office. Without acknowledging him, the two men sprinted to the room, one with a ghostly white sheet in hand. As the men entered the room, Hannah and Martyn jolted with a start and whipped their heads towards the visitors.

"Move outta the way!" one person ordered. With one last look at Lewis, Hannah retreated next to Simon, who was now residing behind the action. Martyn quickly followed. Cautiously, the group of men grabbed Lewis's body and rested it on the cloth. With a hearty lift, the men were speeding down the stairs toward the sound of an ambulance. Without any orders, Martyn, Hannah, and Simon followed. As a last thought, Simon grabbed Lewis's glasses and stored them in his pocket.

The men placed Lewis gingerly on a stretcher and wheeled him into the ambulance. Immediately, Martyn, Hannah, and Simon filed in after their friend.

"There's not going to be enough room for all of you!" one of the men shouted.

"YOU THINK I GIVE A DAMN?!" Simon replied. The man scowled, but apparently saw no reason to argue. The sound of his footsteps was the last thing Simon heard before the doors were shut.

No words were exchanged during the course of the ride, only the sounds of Hannah's quiet sob could be heard. There seemed to still be an air of disbelief amongst the trio. Meanwhile, Simon grabbed Lewis's hand, as if that would keep him tethered to earth. The saddened emotion only brought back incredible guilt that seemed to weigh Simon down like a ton of bricks.

It was his fault that Hannah's heart was shattered. It was his fault that Martyn was too shocked for words. And it was his fault that his friend was refusing to arise out of a state that seemed too severe to comprehend.

Within ten minutes, the vehicle stopped with a defying jerk and the doors to the ambulance were forced open. Immediately, the two men grabbed hold of the stretcher and veered it through a set of glass doors without any intention of waiting for Hannah, Martyn, and Simon. The three raced after the two workers and followed them through a lobby, filled with curious onlookers. They found themselves in a long, depressing hallway. Simon just caught a glimpse of Lewis's body being wielded into the emergency room. He started to follow when a short, blonde woman in all white intervened.

"You can't go in there!" the women ordered. "You and your friends can wait here. In the meanwhile, I need you to fill out some paperwork about the patient."

"He could be dying for all you know!" Simon snapped. "And you want me to fill out paperwork in this bloody hallway?!"

"I've seen far worse conditions!" the women said, obviously irritated. "Now, I will kindly ask you to calm yourself."

Simon was just about to suggest what else he could do when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Just sit, Simon," Martyn said his voice barely audible. Reluctantly, Simon took a seat in one of the sterile black chairs lining the hallway, while Hannah retrieved the paperwork. The blonde woman stalked off leaving the trio alone in the hallway. After a few moments, Martyn spoke.

"What the hell happened, Simon?" The moment he had been dreading was finally here. Simon wanted to be dead to world. Guiltily, he realized that that was the state Lewis is currently in.

Better now, then later.

With a long pause and then a sigh, Simon recounted what had happened. The whole time Hannah filled out the paperwork, but she was obviously listening with high interest. Martyn kept his emotion well hidden behind a neutral mask and just stared at Simon as he told his story.

"I-I can't believe what I did," Simon said with shaky breaths. "I don't deserve to be here! I could have killed him, Martyn! What sort of friend am I? He works his bony ass for all of us, and this is how I repay him?! I'm so sorry…"

Simon buried his face in his hands and struggled to hold back sobs.

I don't deserve to live…

All surrounding activity fell on deaf ears for Simon, for he was still reeling over what his moment of anger had resulted in. The shocked expression Lewis had, and the sound of him slamming against the wall still lingered in the back of his mind like a bad headache.

What seemed like miles away, he could distinguish the click-clack of heels as they marched towards him.

A low mumble of voices mixed together as Martyn and Hannah talked with the visitor. A few minutes of low chatter followed until the same click-clack started once more and faded until Simon was living in silence once more.

Simon felt a gentle prod on his shoulder and reluctantly looked up. Hannah had tapped him and her eyes were red from crying.

"He's going to be alright, Simon," Hannah said softly. "He'll just need to stay here over-night. The nurse said we could stay here if we wanted to."

Shocked that Hannah was even talking to him, Simon nodded and leaned back in his chair and stared blankly at the ceiling. He still couldn't get Lewis's shocked expression out of his mind…his eyes showing fear that had been provoked by a supposed friend.