-Johnnys POV-
"What? What happened?!"
"It was a head on collision. The driver and two passengers are alive, but in critical condition."
"Okay, I'm on my way." I hang up and put my phone back in my pocket.
"Tyler! Wake up, we gotta go!" I shake him awake.
"What? What's wrong Johnny?"
"Danny, Dylan, and Jorel got in a car accident. They're at the hospital. Go wake up Matt, I'll get Jordon."
"Okay." He quickly walks out of the room. I run a hand through my hair and go to Jordons room. He's not there. Must be downstairs. I take the stairs three at a time. Hes' passed out on the couch.
"Jordon! Get up!" I push him off the couch.
"Ugh, what the fuck?"
"Get up! Danny, Jorel, and Dylan are at the hospital! They were in a car accident!" That seems to sober him up.
"Holy shit! What the fuck happened?"
"I'll let you know in the car." I go over to the stairs. "HURRY UP GUYS!" Tyler and Matt come running down the stairs. We pile into the car and I start the drive to the hospital. I know I'm driving too fast but I'm freaking the fuck out inside.
"So what the fuck happened Johnny?" asks Jordon.
"They were in a head on collision and all three of them are in critical condition."
"Fuck..."
Suddenly a siren goes off and theres flashing lights behind us.
"Fuck!" I yell. I pull over and wait for the officer to come over. I can hear Tyler crying a bit. He's trying to be quiet.
I roll down my window as the officer nears my side of the car.
"Are you aware of how fast you were driving this vehicle?"
"Honestly, yes. I know I was speeding. But right now I could care fucking less! We're trying to get to the hospital. So if you could please just cut to the chase, ask for the vehicles fucking registration and my liscense I would be so fucking appreciative." God, I should not have done that. He's totally pissed now.
"Sir, do you have your drivers liscense with you?"
"Actual'y, no. I don't. If you hadn't noticed I'm wearing pajama pants. And I left my wallet at home."
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the car."
I open the door and get out. "Sorry, guys." Jordons got his arm around Ty - trying to comfort him. It doesnt appear to be working. I lean over to Tyler and whisper, "It's going to be okay, I promise." into his ear. I hope I can keep that promise.
"I don't suppose you three have any ID either?"
"Actually, I do." Jordon pulls his wallet from his pocket and shows the officer his drivers liscense.
"Have any of you been drinking tonight?"
"Jordon has, but I haven't, Tylers too young to drink, and Matt's been at home all night. Can you please move this along! We have to get to the hospital! I'm sorry for being sassy and for speeding and all that but please!"
Ty's not holding up well. He's obviously freaking out. Can't this stupid officer realize we have to get going?!
"Fine, I'll write you up a ticket and you can get going. I'll put it onto Mr. Terrel since he's got his ID. I also need your vehicles registration. You may reenter the vehicle."
