Almost the End
Mitchie's Point of View
I screamed as Shane started puking blood. He only was at it for a minute before he rolled back over and passed out. Even as he was unconscious, he thrashed around. I jumped up and called 911 then just held Shane until they got here. When we got to the hospital I called Nate and Jason.
"Mitchie, why are you calling at two in the morning?" Nate complained.
"Because… Shane," I sobbed. There was a short silence.
"We'll be right there," he said and I heard him getting out of bed before he hung up.
I sat, sobbing, there for another hour before Nate and Jason got to the hospital.
"Anything new?" Nate asked. I shook my head and continued sobbing.
"What happened?" Jason asked quietly.
"I don't know. He just woke up and started puking blood," I sobbed.
We waited there for hours. Doctors and nurses kept passing by us but there were still no updates on Shane. With each minute that passed, the next seemed ten time longer. We could hear the press outside the ICU, snapping pictures and asking questions. There were other families around us, sobbing as hard as us because of their relatives or friends in here. Every now and then the passing doctors and nurses would say something quietly to the other families and they would cry harder. None of this helped me with dealing with Shane. Especially not when a doctor, looking depressed, started walking towards us.
"We've had to put him in a coma so his body would have time to heal but it's not looking too good," he said. I fought back more tears and buried my face in my hands.
"Tell us if there's any change in his condition," Nate said quietly.
"Of course. We'll do everything we can," the doctor said and walked away.
We sat there for what must have been twice as long as the last time. It had been twelve hours since we had gotten to the hospital. There was still no news. Not until the same doctor came back out to us.
"He's awake and improving quickly. He's going to be okay," he said happily.
We all went to see him. He was really okay and was aloud to go home the next day. Shane and I spent the next few days in bed, rejoicing in how he was okay. Everything seemed to be finally looking up.
Yes, short again but my dad's making me go to bed early because i've been sick all day and he doesn't want me to miss school tomorrow (which i probably will). One more chapter.
And i decided u have until tomorrow morning to vote on the poll before i count the votes. and again, don't expect the sequel very soon.
