CHAPTER THREE
FREDDIE'S POV
Geez! Why were the police and the ambulance taking so long to come? My friend was dying! Didn't they understand that?
Finally, in the distance, I heard the sirens. I looked at Sam. She was unconscious and losing a lot of blood.
"Sam. Sam, it's going to be alright. The ambulance is here."
I checked to see if Sam was breathing. I could faintly feel tiny whispers of breath on my cheek. I then put my ear against her chest. Her heartbeat was still there, but very slow.
An officer then came up to us.
"Okay. Where is the body?" he asked.
Seriously. Was this guy retarded or something? Carly ignored my stare and said,
"This is the body. She's our friend. She was pushing Freddie out of the way and she got hit instead."
I put my head down in shame. This was all my fault. If I could've just moved out of the way instead of being scared out of my wits. I felt like such a bad friend.
Soon, the paramedics took Sam's body away, and once she was safely into the ambulance, I got up to get into the truck with her.
"Whoa. Stop right there mister. I'm sorry but you can't come with her. She's going to have to go into immediate surgery, so you won't be able to see her anyways," one of the paramedics said.
"But I still want to be there with her," I argued.
Carly had come over to see what all the arguing was about.
"Freddie. It's not even visiting hours. One of the other paramedics said that we could come visit in two hours. We'll ask Spencer to drive us there," she said.
I was so tired that I didn't bother to argue. All I wanted to do was fall asleep and pretend that this never happened.
"Come on." Carly said as we walked away from the terrible scene.