Designer Blue

Chapter 8

A/N:

Hey I thought I'd right this chapter from the point of view of Kyle instead of Bethany. I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long I've had a lot going on lately plus my computers got an ad-ware virus and I'm worried if I go on it will mess up my computer. Also you guys should check out "Inbetween dreams" and "Without hesitation" by naypro01.

PLEASE READ THE AUTHOURS NOTE AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER!

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Kyle's P.O.V:

I watch Bethany's beautiful bright blue eyes which are filled with pain and fear droop shut as she lay on the cement motionless. oh no oh no! I panic what do I do. It looks like her leg is broken based on the awkward unnatural position it's bent, not to mention that her legs are both scrape and there is one particullarly large gash in the center of her one shin. She still breathing which is good and thank god she was wearing a helmet. I shouldn't have let her come to the skatepark after she got beat up this morning then none of this would've happened. It's all my fault!

I look over to where Margaret is sitting. Her fear stricken eyes meat with mine and I don't know what to do it's as if time has frozen the skatepark is deserted aside from us.

"Margaret quick come over her!" I order her the worry evident in my voice. The little girl jumps up and runs toward me as fast as she could, leaving her bright pink scooter laying in the grass with her squished empty juice box.

"Do you know how to call 9-1-1?" I ask her as I pull my phone out of my pocket and place it in her tiny hands as she nods yes. "okay I need you to call 9-1-1 and when they answer tell them what happened and where we are okay?" I say to verify she understands what to do.

"Okay" she says her voice quivering as her shaking hands push 9 followed by two 1's."i can here the phone ringing even though it's not near my ear.

I stare at Bethany her body heaves up and down heavily at a slightly quicker than normal pace. Each breath she takes is raspy and shorter than it should be. I don't know what to do how to help her I don't know what to do in this sort of situation. I ever so gently place my hand over Bethany's ice cold one.

"Hello 911 what's your emergency?" asks someone on the other end of the phone.

"I...there's something wrong with my sister..." says Margaret quietly on the verge of tears.

I snatch the phone from Margaret's hand with my free hand.  What was I thinking I can't expect a 6 year old to talk to 911.

"Hello" I say into the phone.

"Hi can you explain to me what your emergency is?" asks the voice on the other end of the phone.

"I'm at the skate park on 6th street. My friend fell On the half pipe and I'm almost certain her leg is broken and she has a large gash across the center of her one shin."

"Okay I need you to remain calm we will be there shortly stay on the phone and I'm gonna ask you some questions"

The person on the phone continues to ask me questions about what happened to Bethany and her condition until, I here the blaring noise of the sirens of the two arriving ambulances.

I want to stay beside Bethany and hold her hand through all of this. I don't want to leave her side for a second but I have to, not by my own will though. One of the paramedics practically drags me away from her.

I then a terrible moment of realization as I comprehend that I have completely forgot about Margaret. I look around and then detect that a female paramedic is talking to her. It doesn't look like shes paying much attention to whatever the lady is saying because her tear stained face is gazing off in another direction. A few tears roll down her face. I follow her line of site and realize she is staring at the stretcher which Bethany lays upon which is at the moment being manoeuvred into one of the two ambulances.