The Hospital (Sam and colby)

The journey

"Sam! Sam, come on, buddy, wake up!" Colby's voice echoed in the quiet street, his words filled with desperation. Sam lay sprawled on the pavement, unmoving, his eyes wide open but unseeing. A trickle of blood began to seep from the corner of his mouth, painting a crimson line down his cheek.Colby's heart raced as he knelt beside his friend, his hands shaking as he tried to find a pulse. Panic clawed at him like a wild animal. "Please, Sam, don't do this to me," he murmured, his voice cracking. But Sam remained still, his breathing shallow and erratic. Colby felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead as the reality of the situation sank in.With a surge of adrenaline, Colby managed to hoist Sam's limp body into the backseat of his car. He fumbled with the seatbelt, his mind racing. "You're gonna be okay," he said, though he didn't believe it. He slammed the door shut and sprinted to the driver's side, his legs moving on autopilot. The engine roared to life, and he sped off towards the nearest hospital, his eyes never leaving the rearview mirror.As the miles ticked by, Sam's condition grew more dire. The trickle of blood from his mouth grew into a stream, and then his eyes began to bleed. The sight was like something out of a horror movie, but this was all too real. Colby's hand trembled as he dialed 911, trying to keep his voice steady. "My friend...he's not breathing...and his eyes...they're bleeding. Oh God, please help me!" he shouted into the phone. The operator's calm voice was a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding in the car.The world outside was a blur as Colby weaved through traffic, his eyes darting between the road and Sam's lifeless form. The sirens grew louder in the distance, a cacophony of wailing that seemed to mirror the fear and dread rising within him. He couldn't lose Sam, not like this. He just couldn't. The hospital was so close, yet it felt like an eternity away. Each second that passed was a battle against fate, and Colby was losing.Sam's breaths grew more ragged, his chest barely rising and falling. Colby could feel the wetness of his friend's blood seeping through his shirt, sticky and warm against his skin. The metallic scent filled the car, mingling with the acrid stench of fear. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, knuckles white with the effort of keeping it steady. "Hold on, Sam. We're almost there," he whispered, though the words felt hollow and useless.In a final, desperate attempt to save his friend, Colby reached out and gently closed Sam's eyes, not wanting him to see the terror in his own. His eyes remained on the mirror, watching for any sign of life. The red light at the intersection bled into the car, casting a macabre glow on Sam's pale face. The line of blood from the corner of his mouth grew thicker, a grim reminder of the gravity of the situation.The hospital emerged into view, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. Colby skidded to a halt in the emergency bay, the tires screeching against the pavement. He threw the car door open and bolted around to the backseat, his eyes never leaving Sam. "Please," he choked out, "please help him!" The doors of the ER slammed open, and a team of medical staff rushed out, their faces a mix of urgency and practiced calm. They moved with the precision of a well-oiled machine, and Colby felt a flicker of relief as they took over, lifting Sam onto a gurney and sprinting back inside.The 911 operator's voice grew more insistent in his ear. "Sir, we need you to stay on the line. Can you tell me what happened?" Colby stumbled over his words, trying to piece together the events that led to this moment. "He...he just collapsed. His eyes are bleeding. I don't know what's wrong with him!" The operator's calm demeanor began to crack, a hint of urgency seeping through. "Keep talking to me, sir. Help is on the way."Colby's vision swam as he watched the hospital doors swallow Sam whole. The world was spinning, and he was powerless to stop it. The line went dead in his hand, but he couldn't bring himself to care. All that mattered was Sam, and the fight to keep him in it. He took a deep, shuddering breath and followed the medical team inside, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum of dread. This wasn't the end, it couldn't be. Not for them. Not today...

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