CHAPTER SEVEN: OH NO!
"Huh? Wha?"
"OH JIMMY YOU'RE NOT DEAD!"
"Why would I be dead I was just sleeping? I don't die in my sleep Ellie I'm not fifty!"
"OH JIMMY JIMMY JIMMY!" Ellie cried, hugging him closely.
Yes, that would have been ideal, Ellie thought, snapping out of her fantasy. The truth was, Jimmy Brooks was no more sleeping than Ellie herself was! She didn't know how to check for a pulse since she was no Doctor Sally, but she could tell that he had obviously be brutally beaten.
"Oh my little gangster honey," Ellie whispered into his ear. "I love you. I love you I love you I love you I love you I LOVE YOU I'll always love you! Oh why, why did they do this to you? It wasn't your fault! Jimmy! My sweet boy!"
Ellie cuddled Jimmy close to her but it was no use, she had no magical healing powers! She waited for an ambulance to come, hoping against hope that they would save her precious Jimmy!