It's About Time

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Chapter Twenty-Two: Who Done It?

A/N:: Hey everyone this is Marina! I wrote this chapter, so I hope you enjoy!!!

The I.C.U. doctor came into the waiting room just as I did. He had a straight face as he began the sentence.

"Freddy Jones?" He asked us. We all nodded.

"Well, Freddy has..."

Was he stalling for some dramatic affect? My hands became clammy and Ryan stood next to me, squeezing me into a hug.

"Freddy has been put in a medical coma, but he is alive." The doctor announced.

I screamed as everyone else did and we all began to jump around and hug each other. It was the best feeling I could've ever imagined.

"He's okay?" Zack asked.

"There is a problem, sir." The doctor shushed us, and I was frozen. Oh, no. What if he's going to be in a coma for twenty years and then die? What if he's succumbed to a wheelchair? Oh no, oh no. "Freddy is a blood type B negative, and we have yet to find a proper doner for all of the blood he's lost."

Everyone was mumbling, checking medical cards to see if they were a B negative, but I already knew I was.

"Doc! I'm a B negative! A perfect match!" I yelled, showing him my medical card.

"Okay, come with me, miss."

The long halls were white as all white, almost shining. I was led into a bloodwork room, and I was put into a chair. The tourniquit was squeezing my arm as a nurse put rubbing alcohol on my arm. There was a pint sized jar, and the nurse linked a straw-like attachment to the needle she'd be using to the jar.

"Okay, we're going to take a pint of blood. That may seem like a lot, but it really isn't. Just take a deep breath i-"

"OOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed, biting my lip.

It was about five minutes until she got the pint and handed me some orange juice and a fruit bar. It was so good! I walked out of the room and tried to find Freddy. Walking around I saw room 209, "Jones" on the door, and I felt my stomach flip a little. Walking in I heard a steady beep, beep, beep, beep. His blonde hair seemed dark among the white pillow. His skin as pale as a ghost. His blue eyes closed, his chest rising up and down over and over. Sitting in a chair, I held his hand...limp and cold. The same nurse who took my blood came in and I saw the red-almost-black blood in a baggy looking thing.

"Miss, do you want to step out of the room? Or are you okay with seeing this?" She asked, getting out another needle.

"No, I'm fine." I replied sternly.

She poked the needle in Freddy's hand, right into his veins. He flinched unconciously. Was that a sign? He began to moan things.

"KAY-TEE...NO..."

"Is that normal?" I asked the nurse.

"Yes, quite normal. The police are trying to get a hint on who did it. So they have tape recorders in here so they can catch anything he says or anyone else." The nurse replied over her shoulder.

"KAY-TEE...DON'T LEAVE MEEEEE...ANDREW...AK-47...POINT POINT POINT...AT MEEEE..."

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