Nowhere to Go

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Andrea sat on the side as the sirens were barely heard. She held Asher's hand as the medic began to clean his wound. Asher's face looked towards Andrea's side, as a faint smile was plastered onto it. "I'll be ok, it's just a scratch" Asher spoke, his voice sounding weak and raspy. "It's more than a scratch, much more than that" Andrea glanced over as the medic took out glass shards and a few wooden pieces.

"Once we get to the hospital they will be able to stitch it up, anesthetic has already been applied. However he will receive a larger dose then" the medic told Andrea.

"Thank you" Andrea choked out as she turned her attention to Asher once more. One wound located at his eye, the next leading down his left leg. "We will be arriving at the hospital in about 2 minutes, vitals looking well?" the driver asked. "Yes, vitals are still staying stable" The monitored beeps repeatedly as the nurse talked over.

The medic placed gauze over the cuts to prevent the bleeding from getting out of hand; despite the blood still seeping through. "Deary, do you know what happened?" she asked directly to Andrea, "You seem to know him very well". Andrea looked down as Asher's limp body then back up to the medic. "We've been friends for nearly 3 years and lived together for about 2. However, he didn't say anything, I assume something crashed down on him" Andrea shrugged her shoulders as no clear answer could've been given.

"We're here, come on let's get him inside quickly" both doors on the ambulance opened up as the stretcher came down. Asher was strapped down into it for support as more doctors arrived at the scene. "Asher Maka, age 15. In and out of consciousness for the last 5 minutes with 2 gashes on his face and body" one of the medics yelled as Andrea took in the scenery.

People... so many loved ones crying in front of doctors, cars speeding down looking for parking, injured ones on the stretchers looking worse than he did. Come on Asher... just hold on for a couple more minutes Andrea prayed as her thoughts were soon disturbed.

"Ma'am we promise to take good care of him, are there any legal adults here?" someone who stayed behind with Andrea asked. He was wearing a doctor's uniform with the stethoscope around his neck, the tag of his name read Ivan Durmen.

"No, there isn't any adult here, we've been living off our own salaries" Andrea spoke as people squished through them. "Darling we need an adult here with you or I will have to call the police" the doctor said. This man is mad Andrea's face plastered with disbelief and disgust. "Doctor-" "Sorry it took a few, we've only just heard about the accident" someone stepped in. All of the Maron's were there: Ryker, Rylie, Ruth, Robin, Janet, Rafael, Rachel, Rex, and Rodrich. "Do you know them?" he asked Andrea seriously as she nodded vaguely.

He looked up once more before leaving them as Rylie hugged Andrea from the behind, "He's just a jerk let him be, are you ok?". Andrea looked down to her attire, the side of her clothing was a splattered mess of blood that wasn't hers. "Andrea, is that your blood?" Ryker asked as she turned around; she gulped, and shook her head.

"It's Asher's, isn't it?" Rachel looked at her despondent face and nodded her head. Ryker walked cautiously to Andrea and hugged her, "He'll be ok" is all he said. At first, Andrea didn't hug back, until she wrapped her arms around him and hid her own face.

"He's hurt badly Ryker, there were 2 gashes; a-and, I don't even know what happened to him I was still at work" Andrea moved her face to the side and whispered it. "Trust me Andrea he'll be fine" Ryker pulled away and forced her to look at him.

"Andrea you shouldn't worry, none of this could've been stopped, it wasn't your fault" Rafael said, "He's right, we saw it on the News and quickly came over, some of your own neighbors told us the address" Rachel interrupted. "I know! But not being able to make him stop his own actions worries me for what else he could've done! How much more hurt he is!" Andrea yelled against the commotion.

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