Imagination

Chapter 8 - They Come And Go

The ambulance finally arrived. I was relieved, of course in pain, but relieved. The Paramedics came over to where we were. They somehow got like a blanket type thing and put it underneath me. What, did I pee myself or something? I looked down at my pants, nope, I was clean! 

They had a few guys pick me up with the blanket underneath me. They grabbed the blanket, lifted me into the air, and began to walk towards the stretcher. 

The moment they moved me I felt instant pain. I groaned out and they walked faster to go to the stretcher. Someone groans so you walk faster? Well, that TOTALLY makes sense right there.

The paramedics set me down lightly on the stretcher and then put things over me to make sure i'd stay. Then, they put the side-bars up on the stretcher to make sure that when they go to put me into the ambulance I don't just, oh I don't know, roll off the side and hurt myself more! 

The ambulance people brought the legs up on the stretcher and put me up in the ambulance. Then took the legs and side-bars down. A couple paramedics went up to the front, one in the Drivers seat, other in the Passenger side. 

I heard voices and walking. Not coming towards me. I figured paramedics and some other ambulance people were going over to my friends or something. So, I relaxed my neck and layed there properly.

 "He's aloud to have one person go with him and ride in the ambulance," A Paramedic said to my friends.  My friends gave each other puzzled looks and didn't know what to say. 

"One person?" I heard Claire ask. Wow, Claire talk?! I must be important to her then! Claire is popular, yes, but she doesn't talk much. Not after what happened. You don't know? Well, I suppose I should explain. 

~ FlashBack~ 

When Claire was young, she saw her father get killed. Her father was part of the CIA. Yes, you heard right, the CIA. Ryan Stewart. was his name. Well, when Claire was 6, she went with him. Ryan was riding to the mall to let Claire spend some of his money, like a good dad does. 

Being the good dad/CIA agent he was, Ryan had a gun with him. He always did. Always had a gun on hand. If you're a CIA agent, why wouldn't you?! I mean like, come on, thats kinda obvious to do. 

The CIA was going after a couple fugitives, you know, that's what they do. So, it just so happened that at that time, those people noticed Ryan and automatically had to go after him! You know, had to kill him before he kills them kind of thing. Man, if you understand this, you are one smart person my friend. 

Anyways, they were after him and he noticed. He told Claire to keep her head down, don't lean forward, keep buckled up and keep her head forward. Being the nervous child she was, she did it for her dad. If a parent tells their child to do something in this heat of the moment, obviously they're gonna do it. Who wouldn't? Well, an idiot wouldn't....But I don't think anyone listening is an idiot.

 The criminals began to shoot at Ryan and shot his tire. He spun sideways and landed in the next lane. Good thing was the next lane was clear and was being used for construction. Ryan looked at his daughter's terrified face. He kissed her forehead slightly and looked her in the eyes. Her head was looking down. He put his hand under her jaw and slowly brought her head up to look at him. He looked into his daughter's beautiful big brown eyes. She looked into her fathers Smaller Blue eyes.

"Now Claire, you listen to me good right now. I'm in trouble, alright?" He told his daughter worriedly. 

"Okay, Dad. What's happening, though?" Was all little Claire could ask her dad. 

"Criminals that the CIA is after are trying to come after me instead," Ryan began to explain. 

"What will happen?" Claire asked, not comprehending the situation and how important it was.