Disclaimer: I don't own JTHM. I own Amy.

Here's chapter two. Yay!

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Nny could hear the siren in the distance a few minutes later as he continued to crouch on the cement.

The ambulance pulled up at the scene, and I don't feel like typing about Amy getting loaded into the ambulance. So anyway...

"I'm coming with her. Hey! Hello? I'm coming!" Nny said. He leaped into the back of the ambulance just before the ambulance people closed the back doors.

The whole way to the hospital, Nny hummed a little song to himself to calm his nerves. Amy's face was slightly smudged with blood. Her eyelashes were longer than any Nny had even seen, he realized as he sat there helplessly. He laced his fingers together and dropped them into his lap. Amy wasn't waking up. He moaned nervously, and looked out the window.

"How much further till the hospital?" Nny asked himself in his mind.

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A little while later, they reached the hospital. Amy was rushed into ER, and Nny had to stay in the waiting room.

"Is she going to be OK? Is she going to live?" Nny asked one of the nurse people.

"We aren't sure yet. We'll let you know when we find out," the nurse said, going into another room.

Nny sighed and stared at the walls. She had to be alright. If she wasn't, he would never forgive himself. It had been his fault she'd run in the first place, his fault she'd sped in the car.

He gave a nervous jump every time a door opened, but it was always someone coming out to talk to someone else.

"What about Amy?" Nny wondered aloud. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the door opened again, but it was no one to report on Amy's condition.

"That's it. I'm sick of waiting!" Nny said, getting up and stomping through the swinging doors. He wandered down the hall until he came to the one he'd seen them take Amy into. He opened the door and entered.

Amy was lying in the hospital bed, looking peaceful. One of the doctors looked at Nny.

"Well?" Nny asked, his heart in his throat.

The doctor looked at Nny with empty, sad eyes for a moment, and then he shook his head.

"Wh-what?" Nny stammered, sure his eyes were wrong.

"I'm sorry kid. We lost her. We did all we could," the doctor said sadly. Nny bit his lip for a moment.

"No. No she's fine!" Nny said.

"Face it man! She's gone!" the doctor said. And Nny knew it was true, though he wanted to deny it.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nny yelled. He crumbled to his knees, sobbing.

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Several hours passed before Nny's eyes were too dry to shed another tear, and he stood up, wiping his eyes dry. He walked over to Amy's bed.

"Fuck. Why did you have to go and-" Nny said, his voice still shaky from crying. He stroked the pale, smooth, flawless skin of her cheek. He leaned down and kissed her forehead lightly.

"Please wake up. Come on Amy. Wake up. Just...wake up," Nny pleaded with her inert face. But there was nothing but silence. Dreadful, beautiful, salvaging, damning silence. Nny began to cry once more.

"Come on Amy please don't be dead," Nny mumbled, knowing it wasn't going to work.

Nny knew death. He knew it well. Death was the end. Death was so permanent.

She was gone.

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More pretty soon I guess.