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Chapter Fifteen
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Everyone was staring at the clock above the classroom door. Three more minutes until school ended. Only three more minutes.
Marco saw Spinner flicking eraser bits at the back of Ashley's head, just to be annoying, and she stomped on his foot. He squealed in an un-Spinner-like squeal and Paige did the same thing to his other foot, causing him to fall back out of his chair. Everyone in the classroom erupted with laughs, and even the substitute teacher couldn't hold back a smirk. Marco smiled inwardly, as predicted, his friends had forgiven him after he explained what had got him so upset. After he told the story, Spinner claimed that he had every intention of bashing the seniors' faces in. Craig and Jimmy wanted to join in.
He was glad that they forgave and backed him up but it was nothing to get in trouble about. Things had just gotten out of hand in a bad way. He hadn't been able to reach Ellie yet. No one answered the phone at her house and she wasn't in school that day. She must have caught that bug that was going around Degrassi. The bell rang.
Everyone sprinted out the classroom doors and out into the halls, running out into the fresh afternoon air. Marco met up with his Ma. She smiled at him. "Ready to go?"
"Actually, Mama, can you drop me off at a friend's house?"
She nodded and he gave her instructions to get to Ellie's house, Mrs. Del Rossi left him and Marco set his sights upon the Nash house. He went up to the front door, knocking on it twice for good measure. No one answered, the car that was usually in the driveway was gone. Even though it wasn't exactly polite, he checked to see if the door was open. It was.
Marco entered, calling out, "Hello? Anyone home, Ellie?"
He looked around then went upstairs, getting a little nervous by the eerie silence that was following. Marco continued calling out for someone and knocked on Ellie's bedroom door, getting no answer. Marco turned around and saw the upstairs bathroom door opened a crack. Curious, he knocked then pushed it open. Marco nearly fainted from the sight.
Laying in a puddle of the deepest red blood was Ellie Nash. He backed away from the door and hit against the banister of the staircase. Catching his stolen breath, Marco dropped this bag, running to the nearest phone and called 911. Breathless, he was told from the operator that an ambulance was coming. Marco stood by the doorway of the bathroom, trying hard not to blackout from the sight.
When the paramedics came, they told him that he could call someone to take him to the hospital. Phone numbers ran through his head to call. He called the first one that had popped into his head.
"Hello?"
"Dylan, it's Marco. I'm at Ellie's house, she's been taken to the hospital. Can I please get a ride to the hospital?"
"Of course. I'll be right there."
Leave it to Dylan to be there whenever he was needed.
Marco waited outside by the front porch and the black convertible with red stripes pulled up. The younger boy hopped in and the car sped off, exhaust rushing behind them in a breeze.
In no time, they parked by the hospital just outside Degrassi street and Marco sprinted up stairs and asked the woman behind the counter of the emergency center where to find a teenager named Ellie Nash. She pointed down a hallway and he ran to one of the large glass windows, inside the first, was his best friend. She was unconscious and as pale as the sheets. A bag of blood hung upside down on a rack. She was attached to so many machines. Ellie looked so little and lifeless under sterile blankets and tubes.
His body began heaving with sobs as he pressed his palms against the glass, "El. . .Oh God. . .Ellie. . ."
She couldn't die, she couldn't do this to him. He didn't even get a chance to apologize to her. Marco bowed his head and heard someone call his name. The blond had seen him leaning against the pan. The younger boy turned to him the same wounded eyes Marco had the night he was beaten, and this time, Dylan did something about it.
Even though it would have been awkward, the senior took the other boy into his arms and let him cry. Marco wanted comfort, from someone who was there, and here that someone was. Dylan rocked him back and forth, murmuring small comforting words. When the fragile and warm raindrops had dried, there was nothing more to do.
"So...this is it. It's over," spoke Marco, eyes meeting sky blue eyes. Dylan opened his mouth but nothing came out. A uncomfortable silence followed between them.
The blond gave him one last look before murmuring, "See you around then."
As he began walking, Marco turned around to say, "Thanks." The eyes of blue wandered to him and they understood what he meant before flickering away. Marco shoved his hands into his pockets, allowing himself to shed a few more tears. His cousin was right, maybe they were too young to be in a relationship, or maybe it was just a silly argument and they were acting stupid. Hell, maybe this was all just a bad dream. He felt as if only time will tell the outcome of this.
A/N: HaHa! You'd like to think this was the end of the story, but it ISN'T! I'll put down another chapter, just for everyone! Remember your sanity! I really am putting Ellie through hell but she's survive because I wurve her TOO MUCH!
