Lauren's P.O.V.
I cried all the way to the hospital.
Joey had been rushed away in an ambulance, that was all we knew.
"Lo, he'll be okay…" said a less-than-certain Brolden.
I was riding with Brian, Jim and Dylan. When we saw the ambulance we had just climbed into whoever's car was closest, and Jim's happened to be closest. Denise, Meredith, Jaime, JoMo, Joe and Brant had climbed into Joe's slightly bigger car. The band had stayed to fill in the firefighters.
"Brain… what if he's not? What if Joey's not okay?" I murmured, I was scared.
"Don't talk like that, he'll be fine. He probably just passed out."
"Yeah, don't worry Lo, I'm sure he's fine," said Dylan, turning around from the passenger seat, looking a bit red.
I nodded.
We arrived at the hospital just as the ambulance pulled up.
Dylan put his arm around me as I got out of the car. Joey was being rushed out of the ambulance on a stretcher, and oxygen mask on his beautiful, but lifeless, face, and a million other tubes and wires hooked up to him.
I buried myself into Dylan, as the others came running up behind us.
