Author's Note: The last chapter had so many spelling errors because stupid
fanfiction
smashed all my words together. It wasn't my fault people. This chapter is not the best
thing you'll ever read but you know what.
Everyone sat in pure silence. Tyler's parents sat and cried softly to themselves while the
group of scared teenagers sat in pure shock. A million thoughts raced through Val's
mind. "What if he were to die" that would be the end of it. Tyler was the only reason that
kept her going; if he were to leave her she wouldn't be able to take his death or anything
else for that matter. Finally a doctor came out. He walked over to Tyler's parents and
started to fill them in on their son's condition. "It's pretty serious. There are prepping him
for surgery right now. We have discovered that he is internally bleeding. X- rays show
that Tyler has two dislocated ribs and one has punctured one of his organs. We need to
stop the bleeding as soon as possible. As for Tyler's other injuries, his right knee is
shattered. What we'll have to do his reconstruct it as best as possible but we might have
to replace the joint with metal one and some screws, but nothing of the sort has been
confirmed yet. Tyler has a side wound that is pretty serious, we have stopped the
bleeding and stitched it up, as for Tyler's other cuts they weren't too serious. After the
surgery, we will be moving Tyler to ICU where a team of doctors can stay with him at all
hours. It is on the next two floors and you can wait in the waiting room up there. I have to
perform your son's surgery, I'll give you another update on Tyler's condition as soon as
possible." The parent's just stood there, not what to do next. Val cried, Catie cried, Jamie
sat, and Hank stood. They all worried about their poor friend whose life could end at any
moment. After a tense five hour wait the doctor finally came out. "The surgery was
successful but Tyler is in a very unstable condition. He slipped into a coma, but right now
that's a good thing he can't feel any of the pain. You can see him now." The doctor
finished those words and left the room, which really nobody was in. The ICU was only
for family, but after the nurse saw how miserable Val looked and catching an evil glare
from Catie she allowed only them. The two slowly proceeded into Tyler's room. The
room was filled with machines that kept the poor young man alive. Catie gasped at the
site of Tyler. There he was, lying on the bed, lifelessly. Tubes caring what not in to
Tyler's body, were all over is arms. Val wanted to take his pain, she just couldn't stand to
see him in this state. Tyler had stitches on his forehead. Val took his lifeless hand in hers
and gently kissed it before turning towards the door. Catie was filled with rage. "How
could someone possibly do this to another human being and just leave them for dead in
the middle of the street?" She made sure that she said that to herself, there was no telling
how Val might take it. It was now about four in the morning and the friends were
exhausted. They said goodbye to Tyler's parents and assured them that they would keep
them in their prayers. As the four friends were walked out the door and out into the
parking lot they had noticed a black car pull up right beside them. The car had a huge
dent in the hood and had blood smeared across the window. They knew what it was, it
was the car that had hit Tyler. But what they weren't expecting was who the driver was.
It was Dean; yes Lean Dean the rebound machine. "Hey, uh, Hank how's he doing?" he
asked nervously. "What the hell is wrong with you!" Catie screamed. "You hit innocent
person with your car and you have don't stop and then you have the nerve to show up and
ask how he's doing?" "I swear I didn't see him!" Dean cried. "I would never hit
anybody." "Why didn't you stop?" Hank shot. "I was scared, I didn't know what to do."
"Oh, so you just leave them there, huh!" Jamie interjected. "Hank, please, tell me, is he
okay?" Dean pleaded. "No," he answered flatly, "he only has a thirty percent chance of
making it through the night." "Oh, no, what have I done." Dean broke down in tears,
which Val would have guessed, by the look of him was not the first time that night.
"Come on you guys, lets go home."
smashed all my words together. It wasn't my fault people. This chapter is not the best
thing you'll ever read but you know what.
Everyone sat in pure silence. Tyler's parents sat and cried softly to themselves while the
group of scared teenagers sat in pure shock. A million thoughts raced through Val's
mind. "What if he were to die" that would be the end of it. Tyler was the only reason that
kept her going; if he were to leave her she wouldn't be able to take his death or anything
else for that matter. Finally a doctor came out. He walked over to Tyler's parents and
started to fill them in on their son's condition. "It's pretty serious. There are prepping him
for surgery right now. We have discovered that he is internally bleeding. X- rays show
that Tyler has two dislocated ribs and one has punctured one of his organs. We need to
stop the bleeding as soon as possible. As for Tyler's other injuries, his right knee is
shattered. What we'll have to do his reconstruct it as best as possible but we might have
to replace the joint with metal one and some screws, but nothing of the sort has been
confirmed yet. Tyler has a side wound that is pretty serious, we have stopped the
bleeding and stitched it up, as for Tyler's other cuts they weren't too serious. After the
surgery, we will be moving Tyler to ICU where a team of doctors can stay with him at all
hours. It is on the next two floors and you can wait in the waiting room up there. I have to
perform your son's surgery, I'll give you another update on Tyler's condition as soon as
possible." The parent's just stood there, not what to do next. Val cried, Catie cried, Jamie
sat, and Hank stood. They all worried about their poor friend whose life could end at any
moment. After a tense five hour wait the doctor finally came out. "The surgery was
successful but Tyler is in a very unstable condition. He slipped into a coma, but right now
that's a good thing he can't feel any of the pain. You can see him now." The doctor
finished those words and left the room, which really nobody was in. The ICU was only
for family, but after the nurse saw how miserable Val looked and catching an evil glare
from Catie she allowed only them. The two slowly proceeded into Tyler's room. The
room was filled with machines that kept the poor young man alive. Catie gasped at the
site of Tyler. There he was, lying on the bed, lifelessly. Tubes caring what not in to
Tyler's body, were all over is arms. Val wanted to take his pain, she just couldn't stand to
see him in this state. Tyler had stitches on his forehead. Val took his lifeless hand in hers
and gently kissed it before turning towards the door. Catie was filled with rage. "How
could someone possibly do this to another human being and just leave them for dead in
the middle of the street?" She made sure that she said that to herself, there was no telling
how Val might take it. It was now about four in the morning and the friends were
exhausted. They said goodbye to Tyler's parents and assured them that they would keep
them in their prayers. As the four friends were walked out the door and out into the
parking lot they had noticed a black car pull up right beside them. The car had a huge
dent in the hood and had blood smeared across the window. They knew what it was, it
was the car that had hit Tyler. But what they weren't expecting was who the driver was.
It was Dean; yes Lean Dean the rebound machine. "Hey, uh, Hank how's he doing?" he
asked nervously. "What the hell is wrong with you!" Catie screamed. "You hit innocent
person with your car and you have don't stop and then you have the nerve to show up and
ask how he's doing?" "I swear I didn't see him!" Dean cried. "I would never hit
anybody." "Why didn't you stop?" Hank shot. "I was scared, I didn't know what to do."
"Oh, so you just leave them there, huh!" Jamie interjected. "Hank, please, tell me, is he
okay?" Dean pleaded. "No," he answered flatly, "he only has a thirty percent chance of
making it through the night." "Oh, no, what have I done." Dean broke down in tears,
which Val would have guessed, by the look of him was not the first time that night.
"Come on you guys, lets go home."
