Sprace Chatroom {Discontinued}

Two

Spot: you off yet?

Spot: Higgins you there?

Spot: what time do you get off work

Spot: answer me

Spot: did your phone die on ya or something?

Spot: cause if you're ignoring me I'll beat you up, ass

Spot: ugh, it's already 8!

Spot: you can't still be at work

Spot: I'm going to your apartment

Spot: where could you possibly be!?

Spot: why aren't you home?!

  Spot was starting to get worried for his friend. Race was usually off by six or sooner, but he still wasn't home. He heard his phone go off. His whole body lurched forward to see who it was. It wasn't Race.

Spot: what do you want Kelly

Jack: you have to go to the hospital

Spot: why? What's wrong?

Jack: it's Race

  Spot didn't need anymore convincing. He shoved his phone deep into his pocket and ran to the hospital. His best friend was in the hospital for who knows what, and he wanted to make sure he was fine -he would never admit it, though- and if he was, he wanted to personally punch him for making him worry. It didn't take him long to burst through the front doors of the emergency room.

  Jack was in front of him instantly and gave him the lowdown of what happened. Jack tried hard not to show his pleased smile. Spot had gotten there surprisingly quick and looked more worried than the rest of them. The emergency room had Race's group of friends packed into a worried filled corner.

  "Race is hurt real bad. He was hit by a drunkard as he was crossing the street. Thank God the drunk wasn't driving too fast, but it still sent him a few feet away and knocked him unconscious!" Spot's eyes widen slightly at what happened. He asks without thinking, "How is he?" Jack shrugs, "We haven't been allowed in since we ain't blood relatives."

  Spot glares at the news thinking, his actual family disowned him and hate his guts, like hell if I'm letting any of them in that room... or find out for that matter! He reluctantly joins the corner with Jack and wait for someone to say they could go in to see Racetrack.

  No one spoke. It was dead silent in the ER expect for the occasional cough or name being called. Spot took out his phone and pulled up Race's and his messages.

Spot: you better be effing alright, asshole

Spot: everyone is worried

Spot: they aren't letting us back, yet

Spot: "family" only

  He gave a long sigh as he locked his phone. David, the mom of the group, looked at him strangely. Spot is usually the last person he'd expect to care this much. When a nurse finally walked over to the group and told everyone Race's condition, she asked who was direct family, and everyone went quiet. She got the message.