Riley was feeling exhausted, and slightly dizzy as he continued to walk down the sidewalk. He spotted a group of teenagers ahead of him.

"Excuse me," He raised his voice to be heard over their conversation. They stopped talking and turned towards him. Riley was clutching his bloodied arm, the side of his hoody was spattered with blood.

"Do you have a cellphone? Please, it's an emergency!"

"What happened to you, man?" One of the teens asked him, reaching for his cellphone. A few of the kids backed up, watching Riley. He was receiving the full attention of the group, they were gaping at him.

"I got shot."

The sleeve of his hoody was stained dark with the blood from his wound, it had slowly started dripping down the side of his clothing as he continued to press his injured arm against his body.

"You ok?" someone asked him, as he started to waver a little on his feet. Small black dots were beginning to form in front of Riley's vision, and the teen's voices were starting to sound like they were getting farther away.

One of the teens stepped forward to lead Riley to the curb so he could sit down. Riley stumbled, and pitched forward into the teen's arms. Riley was quickly lowered to the ground, where he lay unconscious.

When the ambulance arrived, Riley was put on a stretcher and driven to the nearest hospital. The nurse rifled through Riley's wallet, searching for an ID card, and found a handwritten note alongside his ID and debit card. It read,

"In case of Emergency call: Ben Gates and Abigail Chase." It included a phone number. The nurse picked up the phone, and dialed the number. A woman answered on the second ring.

"Hello, this is nurse Williams, I'm calling from Providence Hospital. I'm looking for Ben Gates or Abigail Chase."

"Yes, this is Abigail," the woman answered, sounding worried. "What is this about?"

"Ma'am, we have a Mr. Riley Poole here, it says in his wallet you're his emergency contact. Are you family?"

"Wait - Did you just say you have Riley Poole at the hospital? OH MY GOD. What happened? He was kidnapped. Where did you find him?"

"Are you family?"

"He doesn't have any family. Ben and I are the closest thing he has. Is he okay?" Abigail asked, cradling the phone into her shoulder as she put on her shoes.

"We are prepping him for surgery right now, he has been shot in the arm. He's lost alot of blood."

"Let me talk to him," Abigail told the nurse, as she reached for her jacket.

"I'm afraid that's not possible. Mr. Poole is unconscious. We only knew to call you because we found your number in his wallet."

Abigail thanked the nurse, and hung up. She drove straight to the hospital, praying desperately that her friend would be okay.