The sound of a car screeching outside made me jump out of my sleep. I opened my eyes and looked around me in the dark kitchen. There was no telling how long I had been asleep. It felt like I had been out for hours. The pain in my side reminded me of what had happened before I had collapsed to my slumber. I sat up and grabbed my side, groaning as I put pressure on it. My hand instantly become wet from the blood seeping through my fingers. I looked down and lifted up my shirt and the wound became visible. It was a small but deep and wide gash that revealed the width of the knifes blade. I needed medical attention, and I need it fast. I was losing a lot of blood and already felt weak. I knew where to go to get help.
I slowly pushed myself up to my feet but kept myself bent over holding my side, trying to ease the pain so I could make it to Jaymie's house. I stumbled my way through the living room and almost collapsed again onto the coffee table. I caught myself, lifted myself up again and made my way to Jaymie's house which felt like eternity.
As I made my way on to her porch I reached out for the door handle to keep myself up from falling. I knocked once and as I did I couldn't stand any longer. My legs began to shake violently and I collapsed on the steps, unable to stand any longer. I faintly saw the porch light come on, and slightly heard the door open. That's when everything became Grey and turned to black.
EDDIE'S POV
I was sitting on the couch when I heard the single knock coming from my door. Jaymie was doing homework at the kitchen table and turned her head to look at me when she heard it. We both frowned at each other. Who could be knocking at this time of night? I got up and made my way to the door and opened it. There was Justin, unconscious and pale, crumpled in a ball on my porch steps. I bent down and rolled him over. Just as I did his hand that was covered in blood, fell away from his side, and I saw what he had come here for.
"Justin." I said out loud
"Oh my God." Jaymie said. At this point she had come up behind me and had now seen what was happening. I turned my head to look at her. Her face pale and her hands covering her mouth in shock, tears streamed down her face.
"Go open up the back seat of the truck now!"
"But daddy..." She said.
"Now!" I yelled. She ran past me and down the stairs toward the truck, almost tripping as she went. I ran inside and grabbed a towel and some duck tape from the kitchen drawer. When I ran back to him I knelled down next to him and pulled his body half way into my lap. I ripped open his shirt and pulled it off of him and threw it to the ground. Being a paramedic I had seen a lot of things in my time. Bad things I never wanted to talk about and I think I was trying to make up for all the people I couldn't save during those days with this one kid, who had become like my own son.
"I've lost a lot kids to stupid shit during my time as a paramedic but not you son. Not you!" I spoke out loud to him as if he could hear me as I ripped the towel down the middle and placed it to his wound. Than I ducked taped it tightly to his stomach ripping the tape between my teeth.
I stood up when I was finished and lifted Justin up in my arms, groaning from the weight of his body. He was heavier then he looked. I ran toward the truck and placed him on the back seat gently. I slammed the door and made my way over to the drivers side as Jaymie slipped in to the other side of the back seat next to Justin. She was crying hysterically and held Justin's head in her lap. I backed out of the driveway like a mad man, the way I used to drive when I was a paramedic, except this time I was doing it illegally. Jaymie silently cried in the back seat.
"Hurry dad." She said through her tears. "He's so cold."
I looked in the review mirror above me at her. "He's just in shock. That's all. He's going to be just fine." I wasn't even sure if I believed what I was saying.
