Chapter Three: Guardian
Miss
Val's POV
I examined Aly, hoping she hadn't overheard what the officer told me. She'd be devastated. I frowned.
"Can't you take the bodies to the hospital?! Why didn't you? Did you want to make sure they died?! Poor girl's only seven!"
"Ma'am. We all suggest...you be her guardian." Me? He nodded. "And yes, we will take the bodies to the hospital. We'll do the best we can." He looked over and met Alyson's eyes. I saw that she was crying.
Alyson's POV
Th-They're dead.
I turned back towards the TV and curled up again. This is the worst birthday ever! "Why did you have to go?" I whispered to no one, imagining I could talk to my dead parents." I felt Miss Val come and hug me tight. Police Officer's POV
I frowned and walked out the door, back to the beach to get the bodies to the hospital.
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I looked at the bodies as they were being carried into the ambulance on the gurney. I knew they had to be dead. The blood already turned cold. Their heart beat stopped. Breathing.......not there. I got into the back of the ambulance with the doctors. They attached oxygen masks, injected needles, and much more. I couldn't watch them try to bring back a dead couple.
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When we got to the hospital, I called Val and Alyson to tell them which hospital we brought them to. I heard, in the background, Alyson crying. And Val doing her best to comfort her. I knew I made the right choice in suggesting her be the guardian of the poor girl.
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Aly's POV
I watched them work on my parents, praying they'd just wake up already. I snuck a peek at their heart rate and breathing rate.
I choked on my breath.
All the screens read was.....a flat line. They didn't make it.
I turned into Miss Val's arms and cried some more. We said our goodbyes yesterday. It wasn't meant to be a goodbye forever.
One day my dad patted my head, the next day he's dead.
Miss Val's POV
I tried comforting Aly. It would take a while for her to get over this tragedy. Or she just might not.
I kissed the top of her head and hugged her tighter.
...I needed to plan a funeral.