You're an Angel

part eleven

Everything was moving in slow motion.
EMT's carried Tyler out of Josh's room and Josh tripped down the stairs after them, out the door and into the street, where he was greeted by flashing lights.

Tears wouldn't stop. He collapsed into a chair next to Tyler as medics moved around the two, cutting open Tyler's shirt to reveal burned and cut skin. Josh couldn't look at the wounds, he instead stared straight ahead at the other wall of the ambulance, without blinking. The sharp smell of rubbing alcohol and latex made Josh even more dizzy. With each new breath in, he felt a little more like passing out. It was too much.
It didn't matter how Tyler had gotten hurt.
They were losing him.

It felt like a dream.
The adrenaline hit him harder than he had expected. As soon as the ambulance doors were open, Josh sprinted. He wasn't sure where exactly the hospital was, or what was around it, but he needed to get away from Tyler. He couldn't handle seeing his best friend like that.
He found himself at an intersection, and checked the time. 4:45 am.
Everything was silent except a few cars every now and then. Josh couldn't stop crying. His lungs heaved with each sob and he let himself feel.
He was losing his best friend.
It was his fault, too.
The light changed to red, and Josh crossed the street.
"You're right," someone said. Josh turned.
"Hello?"
There was no one in sight.
"You're right. Tyler's gone, and it's your fault. He'll never forgive you, and he won't live long enough for you to apologize. It's your fault,"
It sounded like it was coming from behind him, but there was no one there.
Josh wiped his eyes.
What looked like bright red paint covered his hands where he had just wiped.
"Blurry?" He asked, his voice cracking.
"Hello, Josh,"