Ally's POV:
I ran up to my door, forgetting it was locked and tried opening it so hard I fell backward onto the floor. I started to cry but got back up and unlocked it and ran to the phone. I called 911.
911: "911 what's your emergency?"
Me: "My friend Austin! He's not, He was. I…" I'm freaking out. Crying so hard I can't get the words out.
911: "Ma'am I can't understand what you're saying. Try to calm down."
I have to hold myself together. I take a deep breath.
Me: "My friend Austin Moon was shot two days ago and we left the hospital early when we shouldn't have and it's a long story but when I woke up this morning... he wouldn't wake up and now where he was shot, the stitches are bleeding and the blood is all over his shirt and-"
911 "Where's your location?"
I gave the women my address and she said an ambulance would be on their way immediately. I ran back up stairs and Austin was still just laying there. I put my head on his chest and he was breathing, barely. I couldn't stand to look at him. He looked so helpless.
"Oh Austin! Please wake up, don't die. Don't leave me. I need you! You're the only person I trust with everything. If only I didn't fall asleep last night. I could have told you what I was going to and maybe I would have realized something was seriously wrong and I could have helped you!" I yelled threw tears.
Finally the ambulance got there and put him on a stretcher, they were giving him CPR but he didn't seem to be responding. I rode in the back with them while they continued to examine him. But he wasn't waking up. I just sat there and cried, cried more than I think I have ever cried before.
They made me wait in the waiting room. I just sat there and stared at the wall. About three hours later, a nurse came in, I stood up and walked up to her.
"Honey, are you Austin Moon's friend?" She asked.
"Uh, Yes." I said, shaking. "Is he… okay?"
"I think you should sit down." She says.
"I'm fine standing up, thank you." I say politely.
"If you insist." She continued.
"He had a very bad infection where his gunshot wound is, and the stitches started to come out. He shouldn't have left the hospital when he did. He had surgery and the doctors thought they caught it in time, but he lost a lot of blood and he hasn't woken up yet. And well, I'm sorry but we don't know if he will ever wake up." She gave me a look like she's used to giving this kind of bad news.
I should have taken her advice and sat down. I felt the pain in my chest hit me like a boulder. I've felt emotional pain before. But not like this. This was like, my heart had broken. I fell to the ground.
"No. No. NO! NO!" I cried. "This can't be happening." I cry so hard I can't breathe. I start gasping for air and I grab my chest. Then all the sudden, everything goes black.