grenades; parkbomb

{chapter 12}

-Liam's POV-

I can't move.

I stand in the doorway of our small bathroom and just stare at him. I look at the blood that drips off his arm.

I don't know what to do.

Ambulance.

I run over to the couch and grab my phone. I open up the dialer and press 9-1-1.

buurrr

buurrr

"This is 911 what is your emergency?"

"My friend...he passed out...I don't know what" I say as I walk back over to Parker.

"Sir where are you?"

"My house" I say mid-sniffle.

"Can I get an address?" she asks, calm.

Address. What's my address?

"I can't remember" I say, grabbing Parkers hand.

"Okay, we will track your phone. Sit tight" she says and hangs up.

I set my phone down and lift Parkers arm. There are cuts all the way up to his elbow, one overlapping another.

Blood drips onto the tile floor, so I grab a towel and wrap his arm with it.

Why did he do this?

What's wrong?

"What's wrong?" I whisper, allowing my voice to crack.

I hear faint sirens, getting louder and louder.

I watch Parker, helplessly.

As soon as I hear a knock on the door, I twist around and sprint towards it. I turn the knob and paramedics are already rushing in, searching the house for him.

"In the bathroom!" I yell, and they all run to the bathroom, like a mother and her ducks.

I just watch.

Everything has become muffled, as if my entire body has been stuffed with tennis balls.

I watch, and I can't feel anything, not even the carpet that sits beneath my feet, or the paramedic's hand that violently shakes my shoulder.

"What?"

"Do you want to ride in the ambulance with your friend or drive separate?" he asks, frustrated, as if he's already asked me 10 times.

"Yes" I say and follow him out the door. He ends up leading me by my wrist to the ambulance because I was walking too slow.

I step into the ambulance to see Parker laying with cables and cords hooked up to him all over.

I sit on the grey bench as the 2 back doors close and lock.

As we travel down the bumpy roads, all the bags of saline swaying back and forth, I watch Parker.

I just watch.

His eyes flutter open as Im watching, and I jump onto him and hug him. I hug and I hug him until I feel the paramedic's arms wrapped around my gut and pull me off of him.

He was just awake.

He has to be awake still.

"Parker!" I yell, tears escaping my eyes.

I grab his shoulders and shake him.

You have to wake up.

The paramedic yells at me again, and pulls he off of him. This time when I sit down, he straps a belt around my waist and arms so I'm attached to the bench.

I sit, and just watch.

You have to wake up.

I watch him, his stretcher moving back and forth from turns and bumps in the road.

The doors swing open and Parker is wheeled out of the ambulance.

The paramedic unbuckles the belts, and I follow Parker into the hospital.

We go into a dark room, where I am asked to wait outside.

I sit in the uncomfortable chairs that are next to the room, anxious to know what's going on.

After about 5 minutes, a nurse walks out of the room.

"Your friend needs blood, would you like to"

"Yes" I say, getting up.

"Okay, well let's go." he says, chuckling at my eagerness.

I follow him through a hallway and into another room where a recliner sits.

He motions me to sit down, so I do. Then, he takes a blue band and ties is around my forearm above my elbow very tightly, and smacks my arm with the leftover ends.

I close my eyes and feel a pinch in my elbow.

A machine turns on and I feel a tickle in my vein.

I wince at the thought and feeling of blood being drained out of me.

I sit, reclined, for about 5 minutes, each time the nurse would come over to the recliner, hoping it would be over.

Finally, he removes the needle from my arm and hands me a tray that includes a cookie and a carton of apple juice.

I sit in my now reclined chair and enjoy my stale cookie and apple juice that tasted more like water than apple juice.

I watch the man as he detaches about 3 bags of blood from their hangers. He has tan skin, blue scrubs and shirt, and a blue cap that doesn't cover all of his black hair completely.

He motions me to follow him, and before I know it Im sitting outside his room again, my arm sore.

The longer I sit, the worse it gets.

I keep making up scenarios in my mind of bad things that might happen to Parker.

After about an hour and a half, the same nurse opens the door and allows me to enter.

I get up and walk in to see him hooked up to cables again, eyes closed.

The doctors leave and I sit down in another uncomfortable chair and just watch.

I watch and I watch until my body is physically unable to watch anymore.

I watch as my eyes close, and I watch the second I wake up.

I watch and watch when I see his stomach fill, and he sits up.

I get up and hold him as I feel his body go limp again.

"No" I say, my voice cracking again.

I lay him back down, sit, and continue watching.

You have to wake up.

You were just up.

You have to.