Thanks everyone for the little reviews that I did get. I would really appreciate more, though. And I know I probably sound like a broken record, but I'd like you two tell me what you think. I love long reviews, even if they are bad. Thanks! Also, if I don't write for a few days or whatever on either of my stories, it's because my Algebra 1 state test is friday, and if I don't pass it, then I have to take Algebra over next year when i'm in 9th grade, and I really don't want to do that...so anyway, I have to study...here it is!
Cindy awoke to the sound of sirens. Help had come. She turned to her left and noticed that Jimmy was no longer beside her. Panic came over her in a wave. She had no idea where he was. That was when she noticed the paramedic standing over her, looking at her quizzically.
"Are you okay? Can you stand up for me? " asked the young paramedic. Cindy shook her head in reply. Her ankle still throbbed painfully, and she knew there was no way she would be able to stand.
"It's okay, miss. Just stay where you are and we'll get a stretcher." he said, as he ran to find one.
She wasn't worried about herself. She knew that eventually her leg would heal, and the large hand print across her face would fade. She was worried about Jimmy. Memory of her words crept back to her. She had told him. Cindy put her head in her hands and hoped that he hadn't been concious when she'd said it. Although Cindy meant every word she had said, she wasn't sure if he felt the same way. If he had heard her and didn't return her feelings, then she would be heartbroken.
The sound of the paramedics with a stretcher woke Cindy from her daydream.
"What happened to Jimmy?" she asked, weakly.
"Jimmy? He's the boy that was beside you, huh?" asked a young woman paramedic.
Cindy nodded, and prepared herself for the worst.
"I'm sorry, but I can't give you any details right now...he went to the hospital just a while ago, but that's all I know." said the woman apologetically.
As they lifted Cindy upon the stretcher, a news crew arrived. Cindy saw the flashed of cameras, as mikes were thrown at her from all directions.
She picked up various questions from the reporters.
Tell us what happened!
In your words, how would you describe this ordeal?
Were you friends with the victim?
Did you personally know the guy who was killed?
Cindy's eyes grew wide. Someone was dead.
It can't be Jimmy! It can't! If he's gone, I couldn't live with myself! Cindy attempted to choke back tears as she was led towards the ambulance and sped towards the hospital.
Cindy was in a hospital bed. Her ankle had been bandaged, and ointment had been applied to her face. She knew she was alright.
Everytime a nurse would enter, she would question about Jimmy, but so far she had learned nothing new.
Finally, a doctor entered the room.
"Please tell me what happened!" she begged.
"Your friend recieved extensive damage to his abdomen. The bullet entered below his heart, and we had to remove it. " said the doctor, studying his charts.
"You mean he's okay!" asked Cindy.
"He should be fine. It sure was a close call though. If the bullet had entered anywhere south of where it had, he might not have made it." said the doctor.
A smile grew on Cindy's face. Jimmy was alive. He was okay. The smile slowly faded, though when she thought of the reporters question.
"Someone said that a guy died? Was the gunman killed?" she asked.
"We found identification in his coat. His name was Patrick. He was found dead on the scene."
Cindy knew that she should feel glad that someone who had put her through so much was getting what he deserved, but for some reason, she felt as if he should have lived.
The doctor walked out, as three people walked in. Cindy's parents had already visited and listened wide eyed as Cindy told the story, leaving out a few details, so she knew it wasn't them.
Sheen, Libby, and Carl entered the room.
"Cindy. I can't believe it! I was so worried about you, girl! When I heard the news on tv, I rushed over as soon as I could." shouted Libby as she made her way towards the bed.
"Yeah, Cindy, you really scared us." said Carl.
Sheen nodded his head in consent. Cindy told them that she didn't fell like talking about her ordeal, so Sheen and Carl left the two girls alone.
"Was it scary?" asked Libby.
"Yeah, it really was." said Cindy, telling the complete truth.
"I bet you were glad that Jimmy was there."
Cindy looked down at the floor.
"Cindy, you can't just pretend that he didn't do anything to help." said Libby. She already knew the story of what had happened from various news sources. Apparently, Rhett no longer cared about going to jail. He was to preoccupied with his new fame.
"If he hadn't been there..." said Cindy.
"I know. You need to talk to him." said Libby, looking at her best friend.
"You're right, Libs. The only problem is I'm not sure what to say."
there it was. Like I said, I'm not sure when the next chapter will be put up. Please review thoug, becasue I'm trying really hard to pleas you all!