Disclaimer: I do NOT own CATCF, I don't want to and I never will want to.
Well my avid readers (All one of you) you've had to wait quite a while, but here is the next chapter, so have fun Sian and enjoy! (Hope I got you're mum's angry personality JUST right)
"MIKE!" She shouted as she dashed back and slid on the ice to her knees, something that would have been uncharacteristically graceful for Sian – If she hadn't been swearing in pain from the coldness and friction.
She touched Mike's thin, limp arm but he barely responded except for a quiet moan, she shook his shoulder's and felt his body wince involuntarily – She took off her jacket and placed it under his head to try and make him more comfortable while she looked round for help… Then she felt it – A kind of gooey mass entwined with his soft, dark hair. She looked at her hand and gasped at the sight of blood – It must have happened when pen jabber had jumped him.
Her eyes continued to dart around but she could see nobody, not even a passing car or a bird perched in the trees – It was quite freaky.
"HELP!" She screamed, her breath condensing into a thick white cloud in front of her, but no one came. She cried out again but still nothing, then a thought occurred to her and she delved into her school bag to find her mobile. Her frantic fingers grasped blindly but found nothing phone like. She bit her lip and tipped the bag's contents onto the pavement, grabbing pens and books as they slid away – Then she remembered that she'd left it at home.
She hollered yet again as she thrust the contents of her bag together again and crouched over Mike, taking his head between her hands.
"Mike? Mike, I'll be right back – Ok?" She asked hurriedly as he winced, his head lolling over the thin jacket.
Sian ran up the path of the nearest house and banged on the door, but got no answer, she tried door after door but no one came – No one was there.
Then she saw something that made her scream inwardly in anguish – she noticed several net curtains twitching – It wasn't that no one was there, it was that no one CARED!
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? IS HE A FREAK? IS THAT IT? EVER HEARD OF THE GOOD SAMARITON STORY?" Sian yelled ineffectively as she tripped back down the path to the long shivering bundle of Mike.
She swung her bag over her shoulder and picked up Mike's bag too, she quickly riffled through it, finding a mobile, though the batteries were dead. She then swung his bag over her other shoulder and crouched next to Mike again.
"Mike? Mike? We gotta get to the hospital – We can ring from my house in the next street, I'd go but it's too cold to leave you out here." She whispered, surprised at how grownup…ish she was been. She gently removed her jacket from under his head and stuffed it into her bag.
Then she awkwardly picked up his body, and staggered down the road, like a drunk carrying an unconscious dead person.
Sian shuddered at both these comparisons her brain had made – She didn't want to think that Mike could die, and there was the possibility that she would have to go tea total for a really long time…
She shook her head as if to clear her thoughts and concentrated on walking towards her house. She cursed as she turned the corner and saw her mum's car still parked in the driveway – Why hadn't she gone yet?
Sian turned her head to look at Mike as best she could, and wished she understood what was happening to him – Of course he'd know – He was so clever and stuff like that.
She fumbled at the doorway trying to be as quiet as she could but instead managed to cause her and Mike to collapse in the hallway as she fell over her saxophone case that she had forgotten in her fury earlier.
Sian rolled over and touched Mike's feverish face gently as her mum's bellowing voice sounded from the sitting room.
"SIAN! What are you doing here?" She cried, followed by echoing footsteps across the floor.
Sian in a mass panic tumbled Mike into the hall cupboard and said a thousand sorry's inside her mind – Her mum would REALLY not understand the words 'good' and 'samaritan' especially if it was in relation to boys and missing lessons.
"Sian!" She yelled again as Sian turned round and looked up at her mother.
"I… forgot my Saxophone case." She mumbled truthfully as she picked herself up from the floor and started to gather her stuff up.
"Clumsy forgetful cow." Her mum growled as she tapped her foot and folded her arms.
"Why are you still here mum?" Sian asked as she tried to keep the panic and hysteria out of her voice.
"Well I decided I had a bit of time before I needed to meet the girls so I started to watch a DVD." She replied as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.
Sian growled in her mind – Her mum had just wanted the TV! But then if she HADN'T – Sian wouldn't have met Mike on the bus… But then again – Wasn't it her fault he was in this mess?... Kinda…
"Sian!" Her mum's exasperated cries brought her out of her thoughts and Sian moved guiltily to the wall.
"Well aren't you going?" Her mum asked, her foot tapping as quick and fiercely as Sian's heart beat.
"I errr…." Sian trailed off and glanced at the hall cupboard wondering if she should just tell the truth, but before she could say anything more her mum grabbed Mike's bag and held it up accusingly.
"Who's is this?"
"I found it." She mumbled looking away nervously.
"Liar! You've got a boy over, you whore! And don't try and lie, no GIRL would have a bag that smelt like this! The trainers reek!" Her mum continued to rant but Sian could no longer care, she just fled past her mother towards the phone.
"Come back here when I'm shouting at you! You're father will be so mad when he gets back from the shops!" She hollered before stamping upstairs to look for the boy she was sure would be hiding somewhere.
Sian picked up the phone with trembling fingers and pressed '999'.
In a shaky voice she asked for Ambulance and waited to be put through, jumping every time she heard a door being slammed or a wardrobe being flung open upstairs.
"I don't know what's wrong with him, his name's Mike Teavee – The contestant who went to Wonka's factory. He was attacked on the bus and then he collapsed… His head's bleeding and… I don't know what to do." If she hadn't been so stressed Sian would have congratulated herself on staying so calm and understandable.
In
response to her address Sian paused then said they were on the
pavement two streets away.
With the
news that they would be there in under 10 minutes ringing in her ears
Sian stumbled back to the hallway but found her way blocked by her
red faced and pissed off looking mother.
"GIVE ME THE KEY!" She hollered, grabbing her daughter by the shoulders and shaking her.
"Wha what key?" She stuttered as she wiggled free and stepped back.
"The key to your wardrobe! I know he's in there! I HEARD him! He must have locked it from the inside – Give me the key – NOW!" Sian blinked as she thought of poor Draco in his cage and gulped.
Her mum stepped forward menacingly causing Sian to take a step back and trip over her saxophone case… Again.
Sian's mother took her chance and pounced on her daughter, pinning her against the door before beginning to search her pockets, crying out triumphantly as she saw the glint of metal round Sian's neck.
She pulled it roughly, breaking the string and Laurel Champion dashed back up the stairs, leaving Sian to choke back tears as she crawled to the cupboard and opened the door, catching Mike as he collapsed into her arms in a heap.
She staggered to her feet, sparing only a second's thought for poor Draco as she picked up Mike's bag and slung it over her shoulder before clumsily opening the front door and stumbling out carrying Mike with her, She looked behind her at her bag and Saxophone then up the stairs as she heard her mum screaming "RAT!"
Sian gulped then kicked the Saxophone outside so her mum would trip when she came running after her – Well she had to do something to keep her spirits up.
Sian then grabbed Mike's arm to anchor him then hobbled down the snow covered drive and down the street to where she told the ambulance they were waiting…
