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Ryan felt nails dig into his arm. He turned too late to see Summer's eyes roll back. She fell back almost instantaneously. The sound was sonorous, and fatal. Summer's head hit the bar.
He tried to catch her, which he sort of did, but she began to shake. Uncontrollably.
"She's in shock, we gotta get her to a hospital!" Marissa screamed. She felt like every second was an hour. Summer was hurt.
"No!" Ryan argued as he and Seth laid Summer down. Seth didn't say a word, he was the one in shock. He couldn't compute what was happening.
"What? Why are you laying her down?" Marissa was frantic as Summer shook.
"She's not in shock, she's having a seizure. The best place for her to be is the floor," Ryan remembered learning about this a long time ago. Someone in his school had a seizure. It was one of the scariest things he ever saw.
"Then how do we stop it?" Marissa seemed to be the only one who was scared.
"We can't. We just have to let it run its' course," Seth said, his eyes fixated on Summer's face. Did she know? Was that why she was going to leave? People don't just have random seizures. Something else had happened.
"What?" Marissa let the first tears fall as she looked to Ryan, who was applying pressure to Summer's bleeding head. A person from the bar gave him a rag, but it was so hard to keep it on the wound. She was shaking incredibly fast.
Ryan didn't look up at Marissa, who was now arguing with her conscience. How could she just watch her best friend have a seizure?
She barely heard someone say that they called 911. A crowd had gathered. Everyone was staring at Summer Roberts have an episode, and she couldn't do a thing about it.
Time was slowing down. Seth stared at his ex-girlfriend. He didn't know what to do. What could he do? There was nothing.
Summer's body finally relaxed, but the bleeding didn't.
"They're coming!" someone screamed and everyone looked up. Sirens could be heard down the road.
"She's losing too much blood, we'll have to meet them out there," Ryan deduced. "Seth, keep the towel on the back of her head. We'll meet the ambulance outside."
Ryan scooped up Summer as Seth helped. He kept the rag to her head. He could feel it absorbing her blood. He tried to keep as calm as he could, but that was kinda difficult when someone was dying in your arms.
Marissa led them out of the club. Her body was on autopilot. Inside her, she felt so confused. She couldn't comprehend what was happening. Her friend could be dying. Summer wouldn't die. She wasn't near it. Marissa turned back. The rag was covered in searing red pain. She held back emotions and went back to getting them out of the club.
The ambulance was just stopping when Marissa shoved open the door and Ryan and Seth eased Summer out.
"Is that her?" a paramedic, who jumped out, asked.
"Yeah, and she's lost a lot of blood. She just had a seizure," Ryan informed them.
"Okay," other paramedics appeared with a stretcher and took Summer out of Ryan's hands.
They got right to work, before any of them could say a word.
"Can we ride with her?" Marissa asked as they were shutting the door.
"Are you related?" the paramedic answered.
"No," Marissa whispered, looking down at the ground.
"Then I'm sorry. You have to be family," the paramedic replied, seeing the pain on Marissa's face.
"Does twelve years of friendship count?" Marissa felt so lost. Her whole world was falling apart. Ryan rarely talked to her, her parents didn't trust her, she shot her ex-boyfriend's brother, and now her best friend almost died. If she didn't have Summer, she probably wouldn't be here. Summer always stuck by Marissa no matter how hard life was.
"I'm sorry," the paramedic said one final time before shutting the door and getting in. The ambulance then sped off to the hospital, leaving three friends all alone.
Marissa fell apart. Her head rested into Ryan's chest. He didn't flinch, or hold her, which she didn't mind for once. His hands were covered in Summer's blood.
They finally had the opportunity to really comprehend everything. For a while, they couldn't feel the emotions they had.
Seth stared at the dampened, red rag. He grew sick just holding it. It fell to the ground when he turned to throw up in a bush.
Ryan looked down at Marissa's body, which was racking with sobs. Then his eyes drifted to his arm that had been punctured by Summer's nails. He stared at the wound, which had broken the skin. He could tell by it that she had known.
"Should we follow it? Make sure Summer's okay?" Ryan, by this point in his life, had turned off his emotions. It wasn't because he didn't care, it was because he had been hurt too many times in his life. He had seen more than one person should see.
Ryan lost count of how many traumatic events he had been in. Two shootings, two near suicides, three of his loved ones become alcoholics, two funerals, one for his own brother, a slew of physical abuse, and there was so much more.
He learned that when he allowed emotions, he got hurt ten times worse. So he taught himself to dissociate himself from the scene, and lose all emotion.
"Yeah," Marissa answered and slowly lifted her head off of Ryan's chest. She wiped the tears away and took deep breaths. "Let's go."
All three of them slowly made their way to the Range Rover. Marissa leaned on Ryan, who let it occur. Maybe this was just the thing that would bring them together. Or tear them apart even more.
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