SHOW ME HOW

Chapter 5

Yes, my whole intention was to drive home and help him suture the gash in his side, but I decided against it as soon as we reached the city. 

He lost consciousness and that's when realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I was reminded how irresponsible I was. My mother would kill me before cancer does for taking a boy, I don't know from a bar of soap, home.

I had to find someone that could take him to the hospital or at least to someone that could give him medical attention other than the hospital. My mother will ask too many questions if I rocked up with an unconscious boy at the hospital. If she doesn't see me, the hospital staff will inform her because I'm a regular there.

I pulled over near the side of the road to search for his phone inside his jean's pockets. Contacting a friend or family member would be my best bet now, but how would I know if the person is a friend or a foe? Argh, I'm overthinking again, and this dude needs help. He has been unconscious for a while now, but I checked his breathing and pulse. He was still alive.

A phone started to vibrate and after checking mine, I knew it was his and I could see the shape of the phone in his pocket.

I gently shook him, trying to wake him up "hey, your phone is ringing. Can you answer that?" I asked with way too much hope that he would wake up, but he was out cold and didn't even make a sound. I felt a pulse, so he was still alive at least.

I took in his appearance and he sure was handsome, with his light brown hair, chiseled features. He looked so innocent in this form, yet I knew there was nothing innocent about him, more like something sinister about this tall boy sleeping in the seat next to me.

I had to remind myself that this guy required help because I was getting lost in his looks.

I switched the car off, undid my seatbelt, then proceeded to bend over him to fish his phone out of his pocket. It was a struggle, but by the time I was able to fish the phone out, the phone was ringing for the fourth time and then it stopped. When I checked it, I saw ten missed calls on the pop-up message. It obviously had to be opened with a pin when I tried to unlock it. Just my luck.

I don't want the boy to die on my watch and looking at the situation beside me, sutures wasn't the only thing he required, and I was starting to feel nervous for his part.

Luckily, his phone rang again a few seconds later. I checked the name that popped up and saw that it was a person by the name of Casey calling. I think it's the same Casey that he's friends with. 

I pressed the answer button and waited for Casey to speak first.

"Hey, I heard what happened. Where are you? Are you ok?" a voice came through from the other side of the phone.

"Hello" I nervously replied, but before I could say anything else, Casey interrupted me.

"Who's this? Where's Lorenzo?" he asked.

"It's Devin... uhm... he is sitting next to me" I answered.

"Why do you have his phone and if he's next to you, why isn't he answering his own phone?"

"He can't speak right now. He's unconscious or sleeping. I'm not really sure, but can you come get him and take him to the hospital, please? He needs medical attention, urgently" I quickly rambled, before he could interrupt me again "he's hurt and lost a lot of blood. I think that's the reason he passed out" I continued.

"Hold up, what do you mean, he's unconscious and losing blood?" Casey asked, now seemingly worked up, but I was starting to get pissed at his attitude towards me while I was trying to help his friend.

"Just what I said, and you are wasting time by asking too many questions instead of getting yourself over here and helping him. You need to hurry up and take him to the hospital because I won't be able to take him in there without getting into trouble" I mentioned, with annoyance lacing my voice.