All kinds of terrible thoughts ran across Gordo's mind. No, no. It's one of his patients. It has to be. Pleaselet it be.
As soon as he was about to open his mouth to ask, the car pulled up to the McGuire household. There was a police car and an ambulance parked out front. Just like the night before, he was speechless.
A solitary stretcher, carried by two unfamiliar men, emerged from the front door, followed by Mrs. McGuire, sobbing on her husband's shoulder.
Gordo's parents swerved the SUV into the driveway, and jumped out. He was about to reach for the door handle, when his father spoke up.
"David, stay here. We'll be right back."
"But dad" The closing of the doors cut off his argument.
There was no doubt in his mind that was angry. It built up like a tower inside him. This was his friend's house, his friend's parents, his love. Wait, love? He smiled.. Yeah. Love. I loved my friends. No. Present tense. I love my friends. But as he stared out the window, the torment knocked down the tower. The stretcher was being loaded into the back of the ambulance. Mr. and Mrs. McGuire, along with the men, jumped in. The doors were slammed closed. After less than ten seconds, the ambulance was zooming away, sirens blaring. Gordo was so transfixed on this scene that he hadn't noticed that his parents were running towards the car. They both jumped in, his dad in the driver's seat and his mom in the passenger's seat, and started the engine.
No words were spoken between the time the car pulled out of the driveway, and the time they reached the hospital. All three were deep in thought, but Gordo was the one who was the one who had it the worst. His thoughts were a scrambled mess. They mostly consisted of one-word questions. Who? How? Why?
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They sat in the waiting room. Waiting room, he thought. What are we waiting for? His parents were sitting next to each other, whispering so no one else in the room could hear. The normal hustle and bustle of a hospital was going on all around him, and for once, he couldn't understand it. How can you be surrounded by dying people, and have people die right in front of your eyes, and go on your normal day?
Mrs. McGuire stepped out of the room, her eyes, red and swollen. Mr. McGuire followed, staring down at the ground as he walked. Mr. and Mrs. Gordon rushed over to them. In a tone of voice inaudible to Gordo, Mr. McGuire delivered the news to his parents. Mrs. Gordon had contained her composure up to this point, but she couldn't stand it anymore. She broke down, head in hands, right there in the hallway. Her husband comforted her, but even he had tears in his eyes. After a few minutes of talking and comforting each other, the McGuires returned to the room, and the his parents returned to their seats, and resumed their quiet talk.
Gordo felt the same anger he felt as he stared out the car window earlier.
"Momwhat happened?" He asked, innocently.
"We'll tell you, later, David," his mother said. They might as well have ignored him. Gordo blew up.
"Damnit, you guys never tell me anything! I'm 18 years old! You don't have to hide things from me like I'm a child! Those are my friend's parents in there! I deserve to know what happened!" He was causing a scene, but he couldn't have cared less.
"Please, calm down, and we'll tell you," his mother stated. He sat down and controlled his breathing. When his breaths became steady once again, his father told him.
"DavidMatt tried to commit suicide."
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