Don't Disappear

Chapter 12 (DEH)

Trigger Warning: Mentions of underage drinking, and voilence.

Connor-
Evan ran out of my car and towards the ambulance. I chased after him to find him on the ground, crying.

"Hey, shhhh," I told him trying to comfort him. He grabbed onto my shirt and cried in my chest.

That's when a police officer comes up. "Hansen?" he asked confused. "Hey Mr. Kelly," he managed to sniffle out. "Hey, that's Kurt to you," he looked up and smiled. "Hey, I was wondering, do you know, by any chance who was shot?" he asked in a comforting way. "Yes sir," he stated looking up, he grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I helped him up onto his feet. "Who was it?" Mr. Kelly asked. "Phillip, Phillip Hamilton-Laurens," he stated.

For some reason that name sounded familiar. I think he has biology with me. No that doesn't sound right. Debate? No that can't be it. Wait I remember, creative writting, his poems sound like something from Shakespeare.

And now, an innocent teen, a future poet, is being carried on a stretcher.

"Wait, Mr. Kurt!!" Evan called. "Yes Hansen?" he asked. "Can I ride with him to the hospital?" he asked innocently. "I, umm," he started, looking at his face. "Fine," he said. "Ok," replied Evan getting in the back with the poofy hair boy.

"I'll meet you guys there!!" I shouted hopping in my car and driving after them.

~Time skip brought to you by, I'm to tired to do anything productive in life~

Evan-
We finally arrived at the hospital. I went in and checked myself in. Connor was sitting down, and looked up when he saw me walk in. He ran over in hugged me. I smiled against his shoulder.

We sat down. I picked up my phone. My hand couldn't stop shaking. I clicked on John's contact, to scared to click on the call button. Connor took the phone away from me, gently, and answered it.

Author-
Connor clicked the dial button, not knowing what to expect.

John was at home, making dinner when his phone rang. When he saw it was Evan's contact he couldn't help but smile.

"Hello?" John asked into the phone.

"Hi, I'm one of Evan's friends, are you Phillip's father?" Connor asked holding back tears. Don't let them see you cry, is all he could think about.

"Umm, yes," John replied confused.

"He has been shot, he's at *insert hospital name*," Connor stated, his voice cracking.

"Is he ok?" John asked crying.

That's when it hit Connor.
Hard.

"W-we, d-d-don't kn-know, only f-f-family me-members, are al-llowed," Connor stuttered out, panic and pain filling every inch of his voice. Everyone in the waiting room looked over at him and Evan, (who was clinging to Connor's sweatshirt, which he still had on, and Connor's leg, tears pouring at a scary rate, freaking out) with only pity and sorrow.

Even though Connor didn't know Phillip.

"Hey, i-it's ok," John stated more to himself than the teen who he didn't know on the other end.
"W-what's your name, kiddo?" he asked curiously.