Chapter 7
Dillon couldn't think of a time when he was more afraid. His friend was currently on his way to the hospital after being…shot. Not just once but three times. His body shivered as he remembered the sight of his best friend on the ground covered in his own blood. What really made his blood boil was the smile that was on that guy's face when he pulled the trigger. He wanted to punch that guy until his skull was nothing more than fragments but Ziggy was his first priority. It didn't matter though. He would eventually find the guys that did this and get his revenge for Ziggy. He smiled at the thought.
Making a turn, he couldn't help but think about was going to happen to Ziggy now. The question was would he be able to walk? A better question was; would he live. The three shots all hit him in his back. The paramedics hadn't been able to determine if they hit him in the spine directly so they couldn't know for sure.
A frown grew on his face again. It amazed him. Life really hated Ziggy. He sighed and looked to the side. Flynn and Scott were following him. They, like him, were traveling as fast as they could to the hospital. However, they lacked their usual drive. It was like they were on autopilot. They were probably thinking about what was going to happen to Ziggy too.
Dillon's frown deepened. The hospital was in sight. He didn't know how to feel. Should he feel sad? Ziggy wasn't dead. Should he feel angry? That wouldn't help the situation. He sighed. Ever since meeting Ziggy he's actually felt emotions other than anger or sadness. He just couldn't seem to feel them in this situation.
He was at the hospital.
Ziggy was probably dying.
The others were knocking at his window, telling him to move and hurry up.
He couldn't.
He felt numb.
His thoughts turned to the sight of his friend lying on the floor covered in blood.
His car door opened and he was shoved.
The movement brought him back to reality and he stepped out of the car and ran towards the ER.
Ziggy had to be okay.
He had too.
Everyone had something going through his or her mind. It was obvious, after going what they had gone through.
Summer was still trying to process what had happen to Ziggy. She only wish she could have been there.
Being the first one at the hospital she had seen when they had brought in Ziggy on the stretcher to the ER.
It took all of her strength not to cry.
She couldn't believe that Ziggy could look so broken.
Hearing the screeching of tires she looked outside and noticed the others had arrived.
Scott and Flynn had gotten out of their cars quick and ran to Dillon's car when the they noticed that he had frozen in his seat.
She could only comprehend what was going on through his mind. That was his first friend, his best friend that was fighting for his life.
Noticing that the others were running towards the door she raced to meet them.
They all met and the guys immediately began asking her if they had noticed when he came in. She nodded her head with a small amount of tears leaking from her eyes.
They followed her into the back of the ER where the doctors where performing immediate surgery.
Noticing that there was nothing that they could do they decided it was time that they informed Dr. K what was going on.
No one was quick to volunteer but in the end it Scott was the one to make the call.
No one could of have predicted what could have happened next.