A/N: Hey guys! Just a little warning. This chapter is really fluffy and girly so if its not your cup of tea there's a summary at the bottom so you can move on to the next chapter when it is up.
Today was it. The day after the horrendous mess of a party and the day that my best friend is starting treatment. The last time I'd been to a hospital was after Truth or Dare last summer, when Taylor passed out. That was the scariest day of my life.
#Flashback#
"Nice try, Tay," Vinniah laughed prodding a motionless Taylor with her foot. Suddenly everone became so silent you could hear the kids from across the park screaming and giggling, like everything was fine and dandy. Then blood started to run from next to Taylor's face.
"Fuck guys! Call 911 like now!" I screamed and picked the broken girl up bridal position and looked around the room. Everyone was just sitting there with their cups in hand--Sasha still looking out the window like the lunatic she was--and were staring in shock at the girl in my arms. "Move your asses! Tay could be dying!"
Lianna came to her senses and jumped up as the rest of them whipped out their phones and called the hospital. Lianna and I ripped off the door to the trailer and sprinted to her truck. We strapped Tay in next to me and started the car.
"Fuck," she snapped. "I'll only be a second." She made a mad dash back to the trailer and yelled inside that we would meet them at the hospital. But all I could think about was the girl next to me. What the fuck happened? We were doing what we did every year and she fell, just like that. She can't leave me. I've lost too much already. I can't lose my best friend. I was so absorbed in my own thoughts I didn't even notice that Lianna had gotten back in the truck and pulled out of the park until she screamed at me.
"Keep her head from bobbling around," she ordered. "Fuck, I knew she shouldn't have put this off. I told her, I did. But no she had to go and kill herself."
"Shut up!!" I shouted. "SHE IS NOT DYING!! SHE CAN"T DIE!" I broke into silent tears and the rest of the drive to the hospital was completely silent. I grasped Taylor's hand as tight as I possibly could until we pulled up into the emergency drive and saw the stretcher and doctors waiting for her. We halted to a stop and I jumped out of the car nearly forgetting about Taylor. I hoisted her out of the seat noticing she was bleeding even more than before. Lianna slammed the doors shut behind me as we handed her off to the doctors who laid her in the stretcher and rushed her into the hospital.
"Fuck, Kyle," Lianna sobbed next to me. "She should have listened to me."
I grabbed her and pulled her close to my chest holding her tight in the middle of the parking lot until the others arrived. She sobbed and shook violently into my shoulder until the sleeve of my shirt was soaked. Tonight was probably the worst night of my life. It will be if she doesn't make it out.
I heard a car pull up behind us and recognized it as Vinniah's and saw the rest of the group jump frantically out.
Jason was the first out and ran straight to Lianna, engulfing her in his arms and whispering something in her ear that made her make a noise that was a cross between a hiccup, a giggle, and a sob. Minnie just sat in the car and looked angrily upon the scene as Todd grabbed Vinniah's hand and pulled her toward me.
"Come on guys, let's head in," Lianna called. We all made our way into the tall, solemn building that held our friend. All of us except Minnie, who just sat in the car glaring at Jason.
When we got to the reception desk, the woman looked startled at first but then gave us a calming face. "You want room 216, son."
Pushing past people to get to the elevator our mob of friends made our way up the building and through the stretcher filled hallways to find room 216 where Taylor lie motionless with an oxygen mask over her face.
