"Dave!" you shrieked as you scrambled to your feet.

There was no reply, and your blood turned to ice.

"Nonononononono" you breathed out as you rushed to the lump on the ground.

You knelt by the shape and oh god there was blood everywhere.

You didn't want to believe that it was him. You wished it was anyone, anything, else.

But the identity of the person lying on the ground in front of you was unmistakable.

You reached out a hand towards Dave, frantically trying to figure out what to do.

"Dave, wake up, look at me please!"

You tore off his jacket, which you had still been wearing, as you desperately searched for the source of the blood.

There was a gash on the side of his head, and several deep cuts on his torso. You pressed the jacket to the latter of these, trying to stop the heavy blood flow.

"John?"

You sucked in a breath as you reached down, hurriedly brushing the blood streaked hair out of his face.

His eyes were barely open, ruby slits looking at you hazily.

"Dave! Dave Dave Dave oh my god."

You couldn't seem to make any other words come out.

You felt a cold hand on yours.

"Jo..hn. Are… Are y…ou…. Alr….alri..ght…?" Dave wheezed out, voice hoarse and quiet.

You could feel tears at the corners of your eyes.

"I'm fine don't worry about me! You're hurt!" That was the understatement of the year.

Dave coughed and more panic flooded your veins when you saw blood dribble out of the corner of his mouth.

"Dave! Don't try to talk ok? I'm gonna call an ambulance!"

Dave made a movement that looked like nodding, and his hand slid off of yours. You desperately searched through your pockets until you found your cell. Your hands were shaking as you dialed.

"Hello this is the police department. Please state your emergency."

The calm of the receptionist's voice did nothing for your nerves as you held the phone to your ear.

"My friend got hit by a car and he's bleeding and I don't know what to do!"

"An ambulance has been dispatched to your location. Please stay on the line."

"Okay, what do I do?"

"Try to stop the bleeding. Put pressure on the areas that are bleeding the most profusely, but don't move your friend. Keep your friend conscious and talking."

"Ok."

You set the phone down next to you and reached out to brush stray strands of hair from Dave's face.

"Dave. Dave the ambulance is on its way. You need to talk to me ok?" you said, trying to keep your voice from wavering.

"Hurts… to talk." He muttered.

"I know Dave, but you just have to ok?"

His eyelids closed as he coughed again.

"Dave! Dave look at me! You have to stay awake!" you said, panicking.

When Dave didn't respond you cupped his face with your hand, trying to rouse him.

"Dave! Dave come on!"

"Mmnhh…. John…" he murmured, his voice even weaker that before as his eyes barely opened.

"Hey, hey I'm right here Dave. Shhhh Its going to be ok." You whispered to him, trying to convince yourself as much as you were trying to convince him.

In the distance you could hear sirens.

"Jo…hn…'m sorry…"

You could feel the tears start to spill down your cheeks.

"What? No don't be sorry! You don't have anything to be sorry for!"

"If… I had…n't… said… th…is wou…ldn't ha… have happ…ened…"

Dave coughed again. Blood was starting to bubble up out of his mouth when he talked.

"Dave no its not your fault I was stupid I'm the one who should be sorry."

Dave's hand found the one you were holding his face with.

Cold fingers weakly brushed yours, and you tried not to notice the blood they left behind.

"No… J..ohn… I…"

He coughed again, grimacing.

"Dave…" you trailed off, staring at him. After all this he was still only worried about you. And you had been too stupid to realize both of your feelings.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to stop the tears. Then slowly, carefully, you opened them again and leaned down to pressed your mouth against his.

You didn't want to think that this might be your first and last chance to do so.

Dave made a strange sound when your lips pressed against his and he went rigid. Then, slowly, his body fell limp again and he sighed against your mouth. Slowly you pulled back, ignoring the metallic tang now in your mouth.

Dave's eyes fluttered shut again as his fingers tightened on your hand.

The sirens were loud now, and you could see lights in your peripheral vision.

"I love you." You whispered, a tear falling from your cheek to splash against Dave's.

Dave didn't respond.

"Dave?"

Dave didn't move.

"Dave?"

Fear hit your lungs like ice water.

"Dave! Dave wake up!" you yelled, trying to nudge his head.

When your hand moved his bloodstained singers slipped from it and fell to the ground without resistance.

"DAVE!" you screamed, drowned out by the sirens of the ambulance as it pulled up next to you.

People jumped out, and pushed you out of the way.

Someone leaned down to listen to his chest, then yelled for a stretcher and some other things you didn't understand the names of.

You sat there, frozen with equal parts shock and fear.

More people knelt by Dave's body, and your vision was blocked.

You couldn't hear anything.

He couldn't… he couldn't be dead.

Dave couldn't be gone.

There were more shouts from the paramedics, and then there was a stretcher pulled into view.

Dave's body was lifted up onto it by three of the paramedics, and a mask was placed on his face.

One of the paramedics then went over to you as the stretcher was loaded onto the ambulance.

"Are you his friend?" she asked in a calm professional tone.

You nodded, unable to form words.

"Alright. Would you like to come to the hospital with him in the ambulance? He needs all the support he can get right now."

You looked at the ambulance again, and then nodded.

The paramedic tousled your hair, and then led you to the back of the ambulance.

"Do you have his or your parents' phone numbers?"

You nodded again.

"Ok. Once we get to the hospital can you write them down for us? We need to contact whoever has legal charge over him."

You stepped into the back of the ambulance, and the paramedic closed the doors behind you.

You sat down out of the way of the other paramedics who were crowded around Dave's body.

You had to look away when they brought out the needles.

You were more afraid than you had ever been in your life.

You finally let yourself cry, sobbing into your hands.

The female paramedic sat next to you, and put a hand on your shoulder.

"We're doing everything we can to help him. You'll get through this." She said softly.

But you weren't sure if you could get through it.

It felt like part of you was dying right alongside Dave.

It was killing you inside.

A/N: Ok, first off don't kill me with rocks ok! Though it might seem like it, this is not the end of the story. I would guess that there are about 2-4 chapters left to write. And thank you all so much for the positive feedback! Even those of you who want to chop my head off for killing/injuring Dave. Your wish to cause me harm shows me you care! Jk please dont hurt me... XP

Anyways this SHOULD start updating more frequently now. Apparently I'm only able to write consistently when my romantic life is rolling around on the floor and dying. (Read as; milaeks boyfriend broke up with her and so she's drowning her sorrows in writing fan fiction).

As always i will love and cherish and guard jealously any reviews you guys would be so kind to give me. Like seriously. It makes me so happy you don't even.