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Troy always wanted to go in an ambulance as a kid. Now he was finally getting his chance, but it wasn't nearly as fun as he thought it would be.

First of all, his best friend was hooked up to at least five different machines.

Second, it was louder then a rock concert in here.

Third-and probably most disturbing-he was scared out of his mind.

Who wouldn't be, especially after what one of the doctors (were they doctors? Troy didn't know) had told him. That Chad had a concussion. That he probably would have some bleeding in the brain. That there was a possibility that he could slip into a coma. A slight possibility that his brain would swell. A possibility that he could die. All because of one lousy push.

The worst part was, he was the one who had pushed him.

Troy thought of what he had said to Gabriella not twenty minutes ago at the movies. What was it again? That Chad couldn't be hurt because he was Troy's friend? Why had he thought that?

Because Chad was only a teenager.

Because Chad couldn't die.

He couldn't die. He couldn't be hurt. Troy refused to accept it.

But in his heart, Troy knew that he was lying to himself.


Okay, you have it.

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