Tales of the Smarty Pants

Chapter 5: Critical Condition

I dropped my phone, slowly, too slowly. The world seemed to run in slow motion. 

"AL, NO!" 

His breathing slowed, and stopped.  

Al is dead, he isnt breathing, he isnt moving. 

I remember when I was just a small child, I was outside with Al, Beedy and Frank. It was the summer of third grade, we had all skipped second of course. Al and I were playing hide and seek. He told me, if I died, he couldnt go on living. I think if he died, I couldnt go on living. 

A nurse shoves me to the floor and grabs a defibrillator from the wall. All I hear is when she shouts "CLEAR" before the door is slammed on me. The nice lady from before, who updated me on his condition led me to a bathroom.

"Alright, itll be okay. He is in good hands." she told me in a comforting voice.

I have tears and snot and lord only knows what else everywhere. Im not exactly the best person to have with you in a crisis. 

"But, but Al" which causes a new wave of tears to start flowing.

"I know, I know" she says, trying desperately to calm me.

Suddenly a little pager goes off on her waist.

"All doctors and nurses available to room 109, code red, code red. I repeat all available doctors and nurses to room 109, code red."

I saw the worry in her eyes, i could almost feel the tension of every second she stayed in the room building up.

"What does cod----"

"Im so sorry." is all she said before sprinting out of the bathroom, up the stairs and presumably to room 109, to Al.