I slowly exhale, knowing he has every right to be pissed at me now. "I'm okay, I gotta go but I'll call you as soon as I can," I say hanging up and calling 911. "Hello Los Angeles, Compton county dispatch," she says sounding professional over the phone. "Help I've been shot, I need an ambulance," I say my voice ripping through my throat coming out as a cry trying to hold the phone steady with one hand. "Can I get the best description you can give of your location?" she asks politely.
"I'm at an empty Greyhound station, the street isn't very busy, I saw an apartment complex not too far from here," I say as the blood begins soaking down the front of my top. "They're on the way, can I get your name and an account of what happened?" she asks and I can faintly hear computer keys clicking in the background. "I'm Alyćia Castello." I say huffing leaning my weight against the pillar about to passout. "Okay Alyćia what happened." She asks as I can hear sirens approaching, and my phone completely dies. I sit there watching as the blood covers my shirt and tear spill from my eyes looking around, it was already mid November, frost was covering the ground and the empty lot where I was discarded was dimly light by the few surround street light.
Not much long after an ambulance along with a cop car pulls up, a slew of people pile out of the vehicles some carrying lights while others were bringing a stretcher.
"Miss I'm Officer Derek Morgan, what's going on here." (Yes a little crossover) he says walking beside the paramedics. "I was out walking, i got lost I heard a few gun shots it must have been a stray bullet" I say looking over as a male and female paramedic worker lay me on the stretcher making me wince. They wheel me to the ambulance cutting my sweater off to see my shoulder. "Don't cut my tank top." I say through gritted teeth looking up at the female worker picking up the material sliding it down my arm. Sure it may seem dumb to them keeping a plain black tank top but it's Oscar's, the only thing I have of his right now.
"I'd like to ask you some more questions miss." He says as the lift the stretcher into the ambulance. "Alyćia." I say as the paramedics put a oxygen monitor on my finger and packing my wound with gauze. "About what?" I ask feeling faint my head dropping against the pillow. "We have to get her to King Hospital Los Angeles," one of the paramedics say and officer Morgan nods as the pull the doors shut. They put an IV in my arm attached to a bag with some other medicines. "Go ahead and rest, the hospital doesn't offer much peace." the paramedic says putting morphine into my iv. Once it gets into my system my body relaxes and the ambulance begins to move.
"Don't be scared to ask for anything and Officer Morgan is a good guy you can trust him." the paramedic says sitting back as we ride to the hospital. Eventually, I fall asleep as the medicine numbs my pain.
