Brandon
She hung up in my face. As rude as it was, I had no time to criticize her. She hung up because she cares, not because she didn't want to deal with me.
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Nikki
There was nothing but the words Get there stuck in my head as I was sprinting to Fuzzy Friends. My chest burned like hell was planted there, and my legs could have given out at any time. But, no. Who gives a crap about my devilish chest and wobbly legs; someone is possibly dead. I have no time to think about myself. Mrs. Roberts is only 15 yards away. I can make it; I can. I'm there, gasping my heart out like I've been under water and almost drowned.
"C'mon, Grandma, please wake up," Brandon pleads as I walk in. Her eyes flitter open. I whisper a thanks to God. "There's an ambulance on its way, Grandma."
"W-what happened? Where am I?" she asks and falls out on the floor again. Brandon pleads for her not to go again. Honestly, I think she's already gone.
"CPR?" I suggest, trying to sound as worrisome as he is. It comes out a little more calmer than I meant it to be.
"CPR? CPR!!" he yells. I think Brandon is so eager to keep his grandmother alive that he will try anything and everything to get her to live. I take her pulse and tell him to keep trying because I feel something. I lied though. Mrs. Roberts, my partner in crime, is gone.
The ambulance came in on Brandon's third time doing the CPR procedure. They took her pulse and concluded that she, was in fact, dead. The ambulance carried her lifeless body in a body bag, which I find rude and disrespectful. She should be carried out on those steel tables on wheels just like every other person.
After what seem like forever, I finally start to cry. I should have been crying when Brandon assumed his grandma was dead or when I was running regardless of my burning condition. I should have been crying as he was giving her CPR or when they carried her body out of Fuzzy Friends... In a body bag!!! But I cry now, when her body is in a truck on its way down the street.
I burry my face in Brandon's collarbone, wetting it with my tears while he does the same thing into my hair. She's gone, and now we're on our own.
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Jessica
So... I'm not sure how to feel about this. Nikki and Brandon are miserable, good. Someone they love dearly just died. I don't know. Sometimes I wonder just how corrupt I am. Do I actually enjoy the fact that their sadness is based off of someone's death? The answer to my question: Yeah, I kinda do.
