Sam was terrified, he had called the police and ambulance, it didn't take them long to come in and drag the old man to the police station while the paramedics broke the hinges of the door, quickly carrying Alex's out from the bath. They carried his lifeless body, Sam stayed away letting them work as fast as they could but he could see that Alex's skin was bright red all over, the paramedic wouldn't explain as to why.
With ambulance car, parked in a rush with the sirens blaring; the neighbourhood was out watching. It was around about two a.m, most seemed to have just got out of their bed. Sam would of laughed at the site, if he wasn't so scared. He could feel some eyes wonder to him, as he stepped outside watching as the paramedics placed Alex's gently onto the stretcher.
Not caring who noticed, he ran to Alex trying to reach for his hands that was hanging out of the stretcher. But, just as their fingers were close to touching; Alex was raised into the ambulance. Before he could beg for them to allow him to go, he was being pulled up and seated next to Alex's.
He smiled gratefully at the man who pulled him up, he simply gave a curt nod and closed the door. As they sped past the empty roads, with the sirens blaring Sam grabbed onto Alex's unnaturally cold hand. It was delicate, even with the harsh red colour it was still soft but cold. Ever so cold.
Leaning close, he whispered "You can come back, I know you will."
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