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"Open your eyes, Ryan...wake up..." he heard a distant voice say. The voice sounded a lot like Seth. He imagined Seth as a Jewish frog and abruptly flickered his eyes open. He instantly felt a sweep of pain rush through his body, and he let out a strangled groan. "Hey, cool!" said Seth. "Now do a somersault!" Ryan tried to smile, but instead grimaced. "Stay with us, alright sweetie?" he heard a much more serious voice than Seth's say. "We're not going to lose you..." He felt another wave of pain hit him from his head to his toes, and he gasped. Kirsten's worried face looked more concerned than before, if that was possible. "Seth, call an ambulance, now!" she yelled, and Seth jumpily complied. "Sandy, he's so pale!" whispered Kirsten, gently touching his cheek. He started to close his eyes again. Kirsten snapped her fingers at him. "No, no! You stay with us, alright? You hear that?" Ryan nodded.
He was cold all over, and the pain kept coming. Sandy said something about pressure, and he suddenly felt more pain in his stomach radiating his whole body. He screamed. "I know it hurts, baby, but it's the only way! We gotta stop the blood loss, alright?" he nodded again. "I'm sorry..." he whispered, his voice barely audible. Kirsten had to lean in close to hear it. "You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about, you hear me? If anyone tells you to say sorry over what happened, I'll make sure they get what's coming to them, alright?" he let out a strangled "okay...", and smiled. Sandy, his face registering confusion and concern, spoke up. "Kirsten, I think there are some towels in the back of the car." Kirsten nodded and got up, her hand still gripping Ryan's. "No, no, please don't leave me..." he whimpered. Kirsten hesitated a little before letting go of his hand. I'll be right back, sweetie, don't worry..." His hand dropped beside him heavily. It felt like an anvil.
"The ambulance is on it's way!" yelled Seth. Sandy looked at Ryan, a little happier. "You hear that Ryan? The ambulance is on it's way. You're going to be fine." Ryan shook his head. "No, it hurts...I don't want it to hurt anymore..." Kirsten came running back with a few towels. "Hope you don't mind, Seth." she said, smiling slightly as Sandy put the X-Men towel on Ryan's wound. He groaned and Kirsten took his hand again. "I don't want it to hurt anymore..." he repeated. Tears flowed down Kirsten's cheeks. "Don't cry...please don't cry..." he said, tears threatening to flow down his cheeks as well. "I'm sorry..." whimpered Kirsten, wiping her face off. "You...have nothing...to be sorry about...anyone says you do...and I'll make sure they get it..." he smiled. They heard sirens, and saw and ambulance speed near them. It screeched to a halt.
"Here comes help, baby..." whispered Kirsten. The medics immediately took charge, and Sandy pulled Kirsten and Seth back. Kirsten finally cried freely. One of the medics kneeled down beside Ryan and took his pulse. "Hello, Ryan is it?" Ryan nodded. "I'm Jenny. We have to lift you up and put you on the gurney, alright?" Ryan shook his head. "No, it hurts..." he whined. "I know it hurts, but we need to do it. We'll be as careful as we can." Ryan reluctantly nodded. The medics looked at each other. "1, 2, 3." they gently lifted him, but he still groaned. The pain was too intense, and he blacked out, his arm falling limp beside him.
They strapped an oxygen mask on him, and stuck an IV in the back of his hand. He was wheeled into the back of the ambulance. Kirsten broke free from Sandy's grip and ran over to the ambulance. "I need to come with him!" she shrieked. The medics looked at each other questioningly. "Alright, but you have to ride in the front seat." Kirsten knew there was only so much she could fight for, and jumped into the front seat. She looked back at Ryan, who was now connected to a heart monitor. It beeped steadily. The ambulance started and sped down the road.
*
Dawn had drunk a few more drinks from the car, and had taken a line of coke. It wasn't until she heard the gunshot that she started the car. She hoped her son was alright, but that thought was in the back of her head, now replaced with blurriness and a high. A.J. seated himself in the front seat and immediately got ready to drive. "We're going." he said. "I already know that!" slurred out Dawn. "Yeah, well we're going to Mexico." Dawn laughed. "Oh." A.J. smiled. All their troubles were over. They had 500 grand to spend on drugs, alcohol, and a good time. "Woo hoo!" said Dawn, no longer thinking about her son.
*
Kirsten kept looking back at Ryan. She prayed to God that he would be alright. It wasn't fair that after all that had happened to him that he would have to suffer through this. The heart monitor faltered as they hit a bump. It suddenly stopped, and instead of hearing the reassuring beep of Ryan's heart, all that was heard was a loud beep. The medics started grabbing equipment as they tried to get his pulse back. Another medic electro shocked him, but nothing seemed to be working. They did it again. Kirsten, who hadn't been breathing for the whole time the monitor wouldn't stop, gazed at Ryan's convulsing body. She sighed in relief when after the last shock, the heart rate went back to normal. The medics were also pleased with themselves, now that he was in the safe zone.
What do you think? Sort of a short chapter, I know, but the next one will be longer, I promise!
"Open your eyes, Ryan...wake up..." he heard a distant voice say. The voice sounded a lot like Seth. He imagined Seth as a Jewish frog and abruptly flickered his eyes open. He instantly felt a sweep of pain rush through his body, and he let out a strangled groan. "Hey, cool!" said Seth. "Now do a somersault!" Ryan tried to smile, but instead grimaced. "Stay with us, alright sweetie?" he heard a much more serious voice than Seth's say. "We're not going to lose you..." He felt another wave of pain hit him from his head to his toes, and he gasped. Kirsten's worried face looked more concerned than before, if that was possible. "Seth, call an ambulance, now!" she yelled, and Seth jumpily complied. "Sandy, he's so pale!" whispered Kirsten, gently touching his cheek. He started to close his eyes again. Kirsten snapped her fingers at him. "No, no! You stay with us, alright? You hear that?" Ryan nodded.
He was cold all over, and the pain kept coming. Sandy said something about pressure, and he suddenly felt more pain in his stomach radiating his whole body. He screamed. "I know it hurts, baby, but it's the only way! We gotta stop the blood loss, alright?" he nodded again. "I'm sorry..." he whispered, his voice barely audible. Kirsten had to lean in close to hear it. "You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about, you hear me? If anyone tells you to say sorry over what happened, I'll make sure they get what's coming to them, alright?" he let out a strangled "okay...", and smiled. Sandy, his face registering confusion and concern, spoke up. "Kirsten, I think there are some towels in the back of the car." Kirsten nodded and got up, her hand still gripping Ryan's. "No, no, please don't leave me..." he whimpered. Kirsten hesitated a little before letting go of his hand. I'll be right back, sweetie, don't worry..." His hand dropped beside him heavily. It felt like an anvil.
"The ambulance is on it's way!" yelled Seth. Sandy looked at Ryan, a little happier. "You hear that Ryan? The ambulance is on it's way. You're going to be fine." Ryan shook his head. "No, it hurts...I don't want it to hurt anymore..." Kirsten came running back with a few towels. "Hope you don't mind, Seth." she said, smiling slightly as Sandy put the X-Men towel on Ryan's wound. He groaned and Kirsten took his hand again. "I don't want it to hurt anymore..." he repeated. Tears flowed down Kirsten's cheeks. "Don't cry...please don't cry..." he said, tears threatening to flow down his cheeks as well. "I'm sorry..." whimpered Kirsten, wiping her face off. "You...have nothing...to be sorry about...anyone says you do...and I'll make sure they get it..." he smiled. They heard sirens, and saw and ambulance speed near them. It screeched to a halt.
"Here comes help, baby..." whispered Kirsten. The medics immediately took charge, and Sandy pulled Kirsten and Seth back. Kirsten finally cried freely. One of the medics kneeled down beside Ryan and took his pulse. "Hello, Ryan is it?" Ryan nodded. "I'm Jenny. We have to lift you up and put you on the gurney, alright?" Ryan shook his head. "No, it hurts..." he whined. "I know it hurts, but we need to do it. We'll be as careful as we can." Ryan reluctantly nodded. The medics looked at each other. "1, 2, 3." they gently lifted him, but he still groaned. The pain was too intense, and he blacked out, his arm falling limp beside him.
They strapped an oxygen mask on him, and stuck an IV in the back of his hand. He was wheeled into the back of the ambulance. Kirsten broke free from Sandy's grip and ran over to the ambulance. "I need to come with him!" she shrieked. The medics looked at each other questioningly. "Alright, but you have to ride in the front seat." Kirsten knew there was only so much she could fight for, and jumped into the front seat. She looked back at Ryan, who was now connected to a heart monitor. It beeped steadily. The ambulance started and sped down the road.
*
Dawn had drunk a few more drinks from the car, and had taken a line of coke. It wasn't until she heard the gunshot that she started the car. She hoped her son was alright, but that thought was in the back of her head, now replaced with blurriness and a high. A.J. seated himself in the front seat and immediately got ready to drive. "We're going." he said. "I already know that!" slurred out Dawn. "Yeah, well we're going to Mexico." Dawn laughed. "Oh." A.J. smiled. All their troubles were over. They had 500 grand to spend on drugs, alcohol, and a good time. "Woo hoo!" said Dawn, no longer thinking about her son.
*
Kirsten kept looking back at Ryan. She prayed to God that he would be alright. It wasn't fair that after all that had happened to him that he would have to suffer through this. The heart monitor faltered as they hit a bump. It suddenly stopped, and instead of hearing the reassuring beep of Ryan's heart, all that was heard was a loud beep. The medics started grabbing equipment as they tried to get his pulse back. Another medic electro shocked him, but nothing seemed to be working. They did it again. Kirsten, who hadn't been breathing for the whole time the monitor wouldn't stop, gazed at Ryan's convulsing body. She sighed in relief when after the last shock, the heart rate went back to normal. The medics were also pleased with themselves, now that he was in the safe zone.
What do you think? Sort of a short chapter, I know, but the next one will be longer, I promise!
