~Here you go with Chapter 2.~
He bent over and began coughing, a good ammount of blood coming out with each cough and sputter. I told him to wait there so I could get my parents, a bucket, and maybe an ambulance! I ran as fast as my legs would carry me into the house knowing that this person's fate is in my hands. Live or die for Michael Robert Kard. I felt all the pressure coming down on me. I ran into my parents room to tell them the news. They of course both jumped up and ran to the boy with me.
My dad ran to our garage to grab a bucket while my mom helped try to calm the poor boy down. She also told me to call 911. I ran in the house and dialed 911.
The voice on the other line said "Ello neen one one what is your emergency?"
I always hate these kind of operators! I responded, "We've got a boy coughing up blood and we need an ambulance!!"
"Sir, I am going to have to ask you to be extremely polite and speak into the mouth piece of your phone very, very clearly." said the operstor in the calmest voice I have ever heard in my life.
"I don't need this crap!! There's a person dying!!! Just send a freakin' ambulance!!!!" I told him.
"Your language will not speed this up any bit at all, please speak VERY clearly."
" SEND AN AMBULANCE PLEASE!!!!" I screamed.
"Well why didn't you just say so in the first place? We will have an ambulance there as soon as possible! Bye bye now!" came the operators reply as he hung up.
After processing all of what just happened I came back into reality and ran outside. My dad held the bucket under Mike's mouth while I told them that an ambulance would be coming. Relieved my parents tried to keep him calm while catching the thick red substance in the bucket.
Finally the ambulance arrived. The paramedics came out with a stretcher. They both stopped and the taller one asked "So who's goin' to the hospital today?"
"Oh I don't know maybe the kid pukin' blood into a freakin' bucket!!" I said.
"What a great idea! How about we get this well fella onto the stretcher!" he said in the most joyful voice I had ever heard.
"Well? He's pukin' blood! I don't think he's so well!! Just get him on the stretcher!!" my dad yelled at the thick headed paramedic.
The paramedics and my parents helped poor Mike onto the stretcher. Although he had momentarily stopped his blood bath the bucket was still near his head. He was immediately hooked up to some machines to keep an eye on his main vital signs. His blood loss was not helping this at all. He was doing pretty good when we finally got to the hospital.
~Authors note: Any thoughts on what will happen to Mike? Will he be okay? Comment with your thoughts. Thanks! :)
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Thomas and the Deceased
HorrorThomas and his friends are in trouble. A sickening problem has aroused. A virus is going around that seems to be uncureable that causes the dead to come back. The fate of the world is in the hands of Thomas and his friends. Will they survive?
