The Emo School (A Fanfic)

Chapter 22

Brendon

"License and registration, please." the middle aged officer grumbles, striding up to my window.

This is great. Just great.

The officer clearly hates his job, too. I'm just another speeder in his eyes.

I pull out my wallet and open it, handing it to him.

The officer then begins writing out a ticket.

"Wouldja mind telling me why you were speeding?" he says in a monotone voice. Might as well try, though I doubt he'll let me off.

"Please, a girl that I love got hurt and is being taken to her school's hospital, I was just trying to get there as fast as I could, she needs me..." I say, choking up.

Something changes on the officer's face. He rips up the ticket and hands back my wallet. His expression turns sympathetic.

"Would you like an escort? I can get you there without any trouble." the officer offers.

I nod, a tear spilling from my eye. I know she needs me, I want her to be okay.

The officer proceeds to get in his car, starting his engine and pulling in front of me. His sirens are on, and he moves at high speed. I follow him at a similar velocity.

We make it to the hospital in record time, and it's much to my relief that Pete, Dallon, and Ryan are getting there with Ferrah right then, too.

The officer pulls up next to me, smiling sympathetically.

"You go get her, son." he says, reaching over and squeezing my shoulder.

"Thank you." I say, parking my car and killing the engine. I swiftly open the door, get out, slam it shut, locking the car and full-out sprinting toward a crying Ferrah. Dallon's straddled over her, holding her still and asking her questions, trying to comfort her through her whimpers, screams, and cries of pain.

Dallon gets off the stretcher, making room for me. Time for me to do my job now.

"Hey, you know what? Brendon's here, he's gonna come be with you now, alright?"

I catch up and hop up there, curling up beside her.

"Hey." I say softly, smiling at her sympathetically.

She looks at me, terrified, then starts crying even harder all of a sudden, shaking so hard I think she's verging on a seizure, but I know better.

"Brendon-" she wails. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close.

"Don't try to talk, Ferrah, just listen. You're gonna be okay, I promise."

I'm on the verge of tears, but I know I can't. I have to stay strong for Ferrah.

"It hurts so bad-" she chokes out.

"Shh... I know it does. Just try to relax. We're all here, we're gonna take great care of you. You can try to sleep if you want. It might be good for you. I won't leave you, I swear. I will be here for you every step of the way."

I stroke her hair softly, trying to calm her down, but she continues to cry, and it breaks my heart. I begin to hum "The End of All Things", which helps some, but she's still wide awake. It breaks my heart to see her cry like this. I know she's in too much pain for someone her age. She's been through enough pain for a lifetime. I've been hurt a number of times, but the pain was never quite like hers.

Finally, her body relaxes a little.

"Ferrah?" I ask.

She looks up at me.

"You alright?"

"Your humming makes me feel better." she murmurs.

"Good. Then I know what to do to make you feel better when you're sad or hurt, because you'll probably be here for a while."

Suddenly, her breathing becomes heavy.

"Ferrah, are you alright?" I ask, concerned.

She shakes her head.

"Ryan, what's wrong with her?" I ask.

"Can she breathe?" Ryan asks.

"Ferrah, can you breathe?" I ask her worriedly.

She shakes her head.

"Here, this might help." Ryan says, filling a syringe with a clear, thick liquid. "It should relax the muscles in her throat. They're all contracted right now, which is why she can't breathe. Do you feel comfortable giving this to her?"

I nod, taking the syringe from him.

"Okay, I'll clean her arm up and then you'll push it straight in and push the plunger all the way in." Dallon says, rubbing an alcohol pad on her shoulder. "Alright, straight in."

I slowly push the needle into Ferrah's arm. She barely flinches for whatever reason. I push the plunger in and pull the needle straight out. Dallon puts a bandage over the mark and takes the syringe.

It then hits me why Ferrah didn't flinch.

It's because she trusts me that much.

As we head inside, we go through the administration area, past Patrick's office and his workroom, if you will, and through a part of the office I'd never even seen, nor did I know it existed. We went to an elevator, and we all squeezed inside. And we went... down? This place has a basement? Why?

And then it becomes very clear to me when the doors open.

Patrick has a full-blown hospital underground.

We take her to the first room on the right, appearing to be an emergency room.

They start giving her medicine, and I begin telling her soothing things as they push needles into her arm and give her different breathing devices.

Soon, Dallon and Ryan are holding a plastic thing over her nose and mouth, telling her to breathe in and out. Her eyes slowly drop closed, and soon, she's under. Ryan leads me out as Patrick begins to perform surgery on her, consoling me as I break down.

I hope she's okay. She's my favorite, in all honesty. Favorite is an understatement.

Love would be a more accurate term.