Meanwhile on his motorcycle...
Sean was racing down the street on his motorcycle, not paying attention to how fast he was going, unaware of all the cars. He felt alone...empty. He tried to tell himself that he didn't care, that Emma had never mattered to him that much anyways. But he knew that wasn't true. At the time, Emma had been the most important thing to him. He had always tried to be a better person for her. Without her, Sean felt like he had nothing to live for. He didn't know where he was going. All Sean wanted to do was run...run from his problems. Sean had always liked riding bikes. The thrill seemed to take his mind off things. The wind would blow his thoughts away just as it blew his hair. But not this time. He couldn't get Emma and her face out of his head. "Get over it." He said to himself. He was going way over the speed limit and was not paying attention to any other cars. Emma would have been scared to see him like that. Just then...CRASH!
"Emma, why don't you spend the night? Mr. Simpson is probably going to stay with your mom tonight." Manny said. "Yeah...alright. Lets go to my house so I can get some stuff." "Okay." Manny and Emma headed toward the elevator. Manny hit the number one button and down they went. Emma was starting to feel better about everything that had happened in the past few days...until they reached the first floor. "Excuse me!" A paramedic yelled at them. He was accompanied by 3 more men, all pushing a stretcher at a run. They stopped right by Emma and Manny at the front desk. The paramedic was yelling orders at the nurse. Emma looked down to see who was in such a critical state.
It was Sean. She screamed at the sight of him. He had a oxygen mask over his mouth. His shirt was now reduced to rags just hanging limply off his body. He was badly cut and bruised. She thought of his lips. The lips that had touched hers just this day were now cut and under a mask. Immediately Manny realized what had made Emma scream. "Oh my god! EM, it's Sean!" They both burst into tears. "Will he be alright?" Emma asked a paramedic through her continuous sobs. "I think he'll make it. But he's hurt pretty bad. A few broken ribs and a left arm. But there may also be some internal bleeding that we have to search for. He's lucky that he didn't break his neck. The poor kid totaled his motorcycle." "Oh, okay thank you." They started to wheel Sean away. "Come on EM. We should go." Manny started towards the exit but Emma did not follow. Instead, she was following Sean into the elevator. "EM wait!" Manny cried but Emma entered the elevator and watched the doors close. "Are you family of his?" One of the paramedics asked Emma. "Yeah a cousin."
Sean was racing down the street on his motorcycle, not paying attention to how fast he was going, unaware of all the cars. He felt alone...empty. He tried to tell himself that he didn't care, that Emma had never mattered to him that much anyways. But he knew that wasn't true. At the time, Emma had been the most important thing to him. He had always tried to be a better person for her. Without her, Sean felt like he had nothing to live for. He didn't know where he was going. All Sean wanted to do was run...run from his problems. Sean had always liked riding bikes. The thrill seemed to take his mind off things. The wind would blow his thoughts away just as it blew his hair. But not this time. He couldn't get Emma and her face out of his head. "Get over it." He said to himself. He was going way over the speed limit and was not paying attention to any other cars. Emma would have been scared to see him like that. Just then...CRASH!
"Emma, why don't you spend the night? Mr. Simpson is probably going to stay with your mom tonight." Manny said. "Yeah...alright. Lets go to my house so I can get some stuff." "Okay." Manny and Emma headed toward the elevator. Manny hit the number one button and down they went. Emma was starting to feel better about everything that had happened in the past few days...until they reached the first floor. "Excuse me!" A paramedic yelled at them. He was accompanied by 3 more men, all pushing a stretcher at a run. They stopped right by Emma and Manny at the front desk. The paramedic was yelling orders at the nurse. Emma looked down to see who was in such a critical state.
It was Sean. She screamed at the sight of him. He had a oxygen mask over his mouth. His shirt was now reduced to rags just hanging limply off his body. He was badly cut and bruised. She thought of his lips. The lips that had touched hers just this day were now cut and under a mask. Immediately Manny realized what had made Emma scream. "Oh my god! EM, it's Sean!" They both burst into tears. "Will he be alright?" Emma asked a paramedic through her continuous sobs. "I think he'll make it. But he's hurt pretty bad. A few broken ribs and a left arm. But there may also be some internal bleeding that we have to search for. He's lucky that he didn't break his neck. The poor kid totaled his motorcycle." "Oh, okay thank you." They started to wheel Sean away. "Come on EM. We should go." Manny started towards the exit but Emma did not follow. Instead, she was following Sean into the elevator. "EM wait!" Manny cried but Emma entered the elevator and watched the doors close. "Are you family of his?" One of the paramedics asked Emma. "Yeah a cousin."