Down To Ride

3. You Are Here

Spencer James

*hours earlier*

"Wait Spence" Lonzo stepped forward. "I also want to apologize" he said in a defeated tone.

What does Lonzo need to apologize for? I just told this foo I would holla at him later. Spencer thought to himself as he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Lo, I already said we were good. You don't-"

"I'm sorry Spencer" Lonzo cut him off.

Spencer could tell something was off about Lonzo and he wanted to inquire about it. But before he could ask him what was going on, Lonzo caught Spencer by surprise. He swiftly pulled out his gun from his waistband, aiming it in Spencer's direction.

"Lonzo wait-" Spencer put his arms out to protect himself. But it was no use. Lonzo fired several shots at Spencer, watching as his body instantly hit the pavement. He quickly ran off in the direction of the shell gas station, leaving Spencer by himself on the ground.

Spencer's mind was filled with various thoughts as the shots from the bullets burned and pierced through his skin. His chest felt tight as he struggled to gasp for air. He could not yell for help even if he had wanted to.

He glanced up at the sky. Tears lightly pouring out of his face as he thought about his children and wife. His eyes began to get heavy as he continued gasping for hair.

"Spencer!" a familiar voice weeped as his eyes slowly began to close. "Spencer!" the voice repeated once again, kneeling to the side of him.

Spencer's eyes opened widely as he glanced up at his father. He groaned from the pain of the bullets as Mr. A used what he could to stop the wounds from bleeding.

"Don't! Don't you die on me, son!" Mr. A begged as he noticed Spencer was going in and out of consciousness. "I'm right here, son! Keep em open for me, please!" he screamed as tears cascaded down his face.

"I don't...want...I don't want to die P-Pops" Spencer said in between deep breaths. "I'm not...I'm not ready" he told him.

"You not gon' die" Mr. A affirmed. "I'm right here with you" he said as he heard a group of people gathering the scene.

Word had spread quickly that Spencer had been shot and people from the city came out to see what was happening. The men and women that look forward to the opening of the store were now in immense shock and pain.

"I've called 9-1-1 and they should be here shortly!" a random bystander informed Mr. A and he thanked them. Within minutes, paramedics arrived on the scene and began to assist with Spencer.

"He's going in and out of consciousness!" the EMT yelled at his partner. "We've got to move!" he yelled.

Mr. A watched as the EMTS set Spencer on the gurney and rushed towards the ambulance. He followed after them but was stopped abruptly.

"You can't be back here" the EMT yelled as he began to close the door.

"That is my son!" Mr. A argued but the EMT was ignoring him. "At least just....just tell me what hospital you are taking him too?!" he questioned.

"Cedars" the EMT replied, closing the back door of the vehicle. Mr. A watched as the ambulance sped onto the road.

Spencer groaned in pain as the EMTS searched for exit wounds to control the bleeding. The EMTs worked miraculously to control the bleeding from Spencer's wounds with the use of pressure and tourniquets.

"He's going in and out!" the male EMT announced. "Get the chest seals! He's not breathing!" he ordered and the other EMTs followed protocol. The EMTs spent the next five minutes working endlessly to assist Spencer with his breathing and his wounds. The driver sped to the hospital as fast as possible.