Rescue
Suddenly he heard a gunshot and saw Alvin fall off the roof. He looked up into his best friend's eyes.
"Need a hand?" he asked.
He nodded and Dave helped him over to the right side of the wall. He thanked him as the medics came up to him.
"I'm fine," he answered holding his arm. "I'm fine."
"Aaron, I just found you dangling from the rooftop and you're bleeding. Let them take a look at you."
"I'm fine," he protested.
"Aaron, you hit your head."
"Fine."
He let the medics take a look at him reluctantly. They decided they needed to take him to hospital for tests much to his dissatisfaction. Dave accompanied him making sure he behaved himself.
At the hospital they ran tests on his head and arm. They found he'd suffered a mild concussion. He had grazed his temple and suffered a gunshot to his lower arm. Much to his frustration they decided to keep him in overnight to monitor his head. Dave vowed to stay with him to make sure he didn't get into any more trouble.
Aaron growled, "I don't need to stay here. They let me go home last time."
"You're miles away from home," he reminded.
"How long am I meant to wear this bloody thing? I'm meant to be getting married in three days."
"For a week and I'll make damn well sure you wear it at your wedding."
"You're as bad as Emily."
"Good."
The next morning he was released and they flew home. Due to his arm Dave drove him home. They didn't want him to get into any more accidents before his wedding.