Chapter 11: An Old Friend

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Jason took a shaky breath. He stared down at his unconscious father, panic beginning to grow in him.

"Ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap what the hell have I done?" he panicked, pacing back and forth. "He's gonna kill me when he wakes up! But what if he doesn't wake up? Then I'm a murderer... oh God..."

He attempted to pick up his father, grunting.

"Really Wolf?!?" he said. "Just... give me a hand!"

But nothing. No surge of energy, no surge of confidence, just the same old Jason. Thankfully, Nanook helped by pushing with his snout, growling. The two dragged the man into the house, flopping him on the floor. Jason fell to the floor, huffing and puffing.

"Geez... I really am weak," he mumbled. He stared at his father, then at Nanook.

"Well... what the heck do we do?" he said. "I mean... I could drag him to the hospital, but that's hard work. I could drag him to his room, but once again, hard work, and I'm afraid that he'll REALLY be mad at me whenever he wakes up... if he wakes up."

Jason sighed, flopping back on the ground and staring up at the ceiling. He turned his head to see his father's unconscious face. He lept back. Even in his unconscious state, he was still as terrifying as ever. He shuddered.

"Damn dude," he muttered. "You gotta shave some days... even if you end up cutting yourself. I know you get mad when you do it, but you look like you spent a million years in the jungle with no razor."

He stood up and sat in a chair, thinking. As he thought, he heard a grunt. He looked down and saw Nanook holding his phone under his paw.

"911!" Jason said, smacking his forehead. "Of course! Duh... but what if they find me? They'll take me away... to jail or a foster place... I'd have to hide."

Jason sighed. "C'mon Nanook," he mumbled, grabbing his leash. "We're gonna head to Maxwell's."

He took a deep breath and dialed 3 essential numbers. 9. 1. 1. The dispatcher picked up.

"911, how may I help you?"

"... m-my dad and I.... well, something happened, and he got knocked out."

"Alright. Where do you live?"

"386 Elk Road, A-anchorage."

"Alright. We'll send an ambulance your way. I want you to keep an eye on him."

"I... I can't."

"Why not?"

"I can't really explain it. Bad things would happen if I did."

"Is the area dangerous?"

"No, not really. Other than some glass."

"Glass?"

"Just a bottle. It fell."

"Alright. Why can't you stay?"

"I can't explain it. Look, my dad's knocked out, but he's breathing and he doesn't have any other complications other than the fact that he's out cold. It was from impact. He might have a concussion or something. I just want him to go to the hospital and stay there for a while."

"Alright, alright. Like I said, we have someone on our way. Just stay calm and stay on the phone for now, okay?"

"No!" Jason was getting frustrated. "Look, I need to get out of here, okay? I don't want you all checking me out or anything."

"Checking you out?"

Jason facepalmed. Nice going idiot, he thought. Give it away. Blab your mouth, gah!

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