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(Other Man's POV)
I continued to silently curse to myself. These boys were too young to be going through this. I wasn't even sure they were going to make it. I hated to think that, but it was starting to turn that way.
I left the boy I was with to go get the other one who was still stuck under the car. I silently prayed he was alive. I crouched down near the truck where he was and as gently as possible, pulled him out. When he was completely out from under the truck, I immediately checked his pulse.
Thankfully, it was there, but it wasn't a strong one. I started checking him for other injuries. He had many deep gashes, bruises, cuts, and his leg was bent in a way it shouldn't be. From behind me, I heard people yelling for help from where the boy I had just been with was.
"He's not breathing," someone screamed.
The sound of ambulances close by suddenly reached my ears and I breathed a sigh of temporary relief. Come on kid, hold on, I prayed. People started yelling for a doctor or someone who knew CPR. Finally someone stepped up and helped.
(Anyone's POV)
The man frantically pushed against the boy's chest, trying to get a heartbeat back. Still no luck, so he kept on trying. Soon sirens were sounding close, and still no heartbeat came from the boy.
"He's still not breathing," people yelled frantically.
The man started panicking. The boy has been without a heartbeat longer than a minute, and he can't get one back. He continued pushing against the boy's chest, not giving up. He knew if he couldn't get a heartbeat quick, this boy was gone.
As if God granted everyone's prayers and wishes at that very moment, the boy started breathing again. Soon people were yelling.
"He's breathing!"
"He's alive!"
"The ambulances are coming!"
"How long has he been without a heartbeat?"
That line struck the man. He knew the boy had been without a heartbeat, which is very bad. Soon the ambulances arrived, and started pushing people out of the way and to the three injured boys. They loaded each of the boys into the ambulances and were off to the hospital to go save them.
Soon cops appeared at the scene right after the ambulances left. They started searching around the damaged cars. Both were totaled. One man found a wallet.
"Hey Malcon, come here," Brandon, the cop who found the wallet, yelled to his working buddy Malcon.
He opened it up and started reading the information. "This belonged to 'Keith Matthews'."
"Think we should contact the family," Malcon questioned.
"Better," Brandon replied and they both headed to the cop car.
One cop looked over the license, looking for an address. He found one and then told his buddy the way to this boy's house. They pulled up to the curb and got out, going to break the news to the family.
Brandon rang to doorbell and waited for someone to answer. Soon a woman, who looked like she was in her 40's, answered the door. Must be his mother, they both thought.
"Hello officers," she greeted with fear in her voice.
"Hello ma'am," Malcon greeted. "We are here to inform you of a car accident that your son was in."
The lady gasped and looked on the verge of tears. "Is he alright," She choked out.
"We can't give out that information at this time," Malcon said.
Honestly, neither one had no clue. They prayed to God they were okay, but they didn't know. As they stood there, the woman started crying. She couldn't hold in the tears.
"There was also two other boys with him. Do you know maybe by chance who they were," Brandon questioned.
The lady continued crying even harder when Brandon asked her the question. "I k-know one is P-Ponyboy Curtis. H-his family lives r-right up t-the s-street," she choked out in between sobs.
Great, Malcon thought, another family to break horrible news to. The lady told the cop which house it was and soon they were out the door, into the car and driving to the Curtis's house.
Both cops stepped out of the car and walked to the front of the house. Malcon rang the door bell, and soon a man answered the door. He was taller than both of the cops.
"Yes, officers," he greeted.
"Hello. We are here to inform you of a car crash that involved a Ponyboy Curtis. Are you related to him?" Brandon asked.
The man had a fearful look on his face, but didn't cry like the lady. "Yes, I'm his older brother. Is he okay?"
"We don't know," Malcon replied.
Another boy showed up with a questioned looked on his face. The older brother told him the news in a whisper and soon his face went pale.
"There was another boy in the crash. Do you know by chance who it may be," Brandon questioned.
"Steve," the other boy yelled.
"His name is Steve Randle," the other boy said, quieter and calmer than the other.
"Does he by chance have family around," Brandon questioned.
"Yes, he has a father. But he doesn't care for Steve," the tall boy said.
"Okay. Your brother is at Tulsa hospital," Malcon said, and soon both cops were back in the car and on their way.
Malcon closed his eyes and prayed; just praying for the three boys to be okay.
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