thanks for the reviews guys! And sorry its been a while since i posted a new chapter! I've just been so busy lately! WELLL heres chapter 3! enjoy!
*Spencers POV*
I was absolutely sure that the ambulance wasn't ever going to get here. I cradled Carly's limp form as Sam paced back and forth next to the bed asking questions that I didn't answer. She was furious. But that's just Sam. Never scared, only angry.
"Was she ACTING weird when you left earlier?" Sam flung her arms out in exasperation.
I pulled my gaze away from watching Carly's breath intake and glared at Sam, but didn't speak to her. I couldn't seem to find my voice. She snarled to herself and continued to stomp back and forth. From downstairs I heard a knock on the door.
"They're finally here," I gasped at Sam. "Go let them in."
Sam darted out the room and I heard her leap down the stairs. I sat in silence for the next 20 seconds, and then I could hear them coming up the stairs, with Sam yelling at them that they should have gotten here quicker, and something about having an uncle for a lawyer. Two tall men walked in the room, both looking younger than me, and carrying a large stretcher.
Next to Carly's bed they set up the stretcher and reached for her. I pulled her towards me instinctively, and they shrugged and motioned for me to put her on the stretcher, so I did.
"Sir, do you know what happened?" one of the men asked.
"I- No. No I don't." I whimpered.
"Are you this girls father?" the other asked.
"Oh no, I'm - I'm her brother." I stuttered, still trying to work my voice properly. The men lifted Carly's stretcher up and walked towards the elevator with her.
"We need to speak to your parents." Did they not see that I was 27?
"Carly lives with me. Our fathers in the Navy, and our mother's dead." I followed the men closely to the elevator.
"So you're probably wanting to ride in the ambulance, yes?" they both looked at me.
Wondering why they weren't getting Carly downstairs and to the hospital, I began getting irritated, "I'd like to stay with my sister, yes."
"Are you over 18?" one of them asked smartly.
"Are you?" I snapped back.
They looked at each other, and I stepped into the elevator with them without a reply and hit the lobby button. As we finally got Carly out of the building and into the ambulance, I still wasn't able to calm down. The sooner we got her to the hospital, the better.
