"Kim, why don't you come back to the house with me? Come on, I'll give you
a lift." Jimmy said calmly.
"N-no. I need to wait here. What if something happens?" I said.
"Something has already happened. The nurse said she would call if there was any new news. She is in surgery, Kim. She'll be in there for a long time. Come on." He responded. He proceeded by grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the exit.
Jimmy drove me to the fire house. There were a few other people there, Walsh, DK, and the Lieutenant. You could tell by the looks on their faces that this whole ordeal was getting to their heads.
I walked past them ( they were sitting on the couch ), and up the second flight of stairs. I collapsed on the bed in the right hand corner of the room. I started to sob. The next thing I knew, Jimmy was stroking my upper back. I started to cry even more. My life was a mess at the moment. Well, not as bad as Alex, I guess. I should have stayed in longer. I'm such a fool.
I spent the next few hours thinking about Alex. Jimmy was sitting right beside me. You could tell he was thinking about her too. A tear or two was trickling down his face every so often. It was true that Alex and Jimmy were best friends.
Finally after a couple hours Jimmy spoke up, "Come on. Let's go eat. Someone's cooking down there, I can smell it." He muttered as he stood up.
"Fine." I cried.
We all ate dinner in silence. Even Carlos was distraught. Now that says something, doesn't it? Our food consisted of fettuccini alfredo, Alex's favourite meal. Of course Dk cooked it. He was the best cook they've ever had, next to Jerry, but he was long gone.
As we were finishing up, the phone rang. Jimmy picked it up. "Hello?."
"N-no. I need to wait here. What if something happens?" I said.
"Something has already happened. The nurse said she would call if there was any new news. She is in surgery, Kim. She'll be in there for a long time. Come on." He responded. He proceeded by grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the exit.
Jimmy drove me to the fire house. There were a few other people there, Walsh, DK, and the Lieutenant. You could tell by the looks on their faces that this whole ordeal was getting to their heads.
I walked past them ( they were sitting on the couch ), and up the second flight of stairs. I collapsed on the bed in the right hand corner of the room. I started to sob. The next thing I knew, Jimmy was stroking my upper back. I started to cry even more. My life was a mess at the moment. Well, not as bad as Alex, I guess. I should have stayed in longer. I'm such a fool.
I spent the next few hours thinking about Alex. Jimmy was sitting right beside me. You could tell he was thinking about her too. A tear or two was trickling down his face every so often. It was true that Alex and Jimmy were best friends.
Finally after a couple hours Jimmy spoke up, "Come on. Let's go eat. Someone's cooking down there, I can smell it." He muttered as he stood up.
"Fine." I cried.
We all ate dinner in silence. Even Carlos was distraught. Now that says something, doesn't it? Our food consisted of fettuccini alfredo, Alex's favourite meal. Of course Dk cooked it. He was the best cook they've ever had, next to Jerry, but he was long gone.
As we were finishing up, the phone rang. Jimmy picked it up. "Hello?."