"He can't be serious..." I said, astounded.
"Just like the beach at Normandy," I heard Teddy say vaguely.
Chris was yelling at him beside me saying that he was crazy and was trying to kill himself.
Then we both ran towards him at the same time when the train was so close, I could feel it in my bones.
I grabbed Teddy's left arm and Chris grabbed his right, the both of us trying to tackle him off of the tracks.
It was pretty difficult. Teddy was stronger than he looked. But we managed to get him off just before the train came rattling past us.
"You asshole!" Teddy was screaming to Chris. I thought he would most certainly turn to me and call me a bitch, but he didn't.
"We were just trying to save your life man! You wanna kill yourself? Is that what you want god damn it?! Your trying to kill yourself!"
I was out of breath from shock and saving Teddy. Chris looked the same.
"I could of dodged it," Teddy said with his mouth turned down, looking at me.
"Teddy, I saved you because I don't wanna see you dead, god damn it! I care about all you guys." I was a little frustrated now as I said this.
He looked at me, for the first time with a soft, sad looking face, and I felt bad for him.
But he went back to being his crazy self, "I coulda dodged it."
I sighed while Chris walked over to him and said, "Look, you can dodge it on the way back man. Peace. Skin it."
I knew Chris didn't actually mean letting Teddy dodge it on the way back, but anything to get them all going again.
Teddy was reluctant to take Chris' hand, but he did.
It was just another one of the gang's childish traditions that I had collected in my mind over those past few days.
It showed that we were all still so young, but we were out on the search for a body.