Storm, Beast, and Mrs. Daniels were having the loveliest conversation about polar solvents when Sam came running up to them, followed by Ray and Bobby who were carrying Evan between them.
"Storm! Mr. McCoy! Evan isn't breathing!" Sam yelled, running as quickly as he could. Storm gasped, and the three adults jumped up and ran over to Evan.
"My BABY!" Mrs. Daniels screamed, touching her son's blue face.
"He'll be fine," Storm said, unsuccessfully trying to calm Mrs. Daniels down who was now kneeling in the sand, sobbing with her hands covering her face.
"Ray, Sam, and Bobby, go get the lifeguard! NOW!" Beast commanded, as he tried to find Evan's pulse. They went to go get the lifeguard, exchanging nervous looks between each other.
"My baby, my baby can't die," Mrs. Daniels mumbled through her tears.
"Ororo, call 911!" Beast said. Storm nodded and went to get her cell phone, and went to get her cell phone, after giving her nephew one last worried glance. On her way she passed Jean and Scott who were going to talk to Beast about the Brotherhood. Storm assumed that their upset expressions were due to Evan's condition.
"Thank goodness you two are here! Go round up the other students, and inform them of the situation!" she said.
"Storm we need to leave right now, the Bro…" Jean started to say.
"Yes we do need to leave right now, but you two can stay and watch the others while we take Evan to the hospital," Storm interrupted.
"To the hospital? Why?" Scott asked curiously.
"There really is no time to talk right now! Just go get the others!" Storm said urgently, as she dashed off to call 911. Scott and Jean exchanged a confused look, but went to go get the others.
The ambulance came after thirty minutes of confusion and stress, carrying Evan, Mrs. Daniels, and Storm to the hospital in a flurry of blinking lights and screeching sirens. Beast stood with Ray, Bobby, and Sam, and not a word was spoken between them for a few moments. Jean and Scott still hadn't returned with the other students, and Beast was starting to look like this whole ordeal was taking a toll on him, physically as well as mentally.
"Mr. McCoy, Evan's gonna be ok, right?" Sam finally asked, breaking the silence.
"I hope so Sam," Beast answered weakly smiling, and sitting down on the sand, "I hope so."
I know this chapter is really short, but this stuff is coming to me in short spurts. The next one will be longer I promise! Please read and review!