My BestFriend, Grayson

Chapter 41 - Lucky

As the stranger came running over to help, I recognised him straight away.
"Holy fuck, Ethan! Is he alive?" I wiped away my tears before he reached the both of us.
"Yeah, he's alive, just unconcious" I said, still shaken up.
"Thank God" he looked up at the smoking truck. "Fuck, lets get him away from this".
He grabbed Ethan's arms and pulled him away from the truck, I grabbed his legs.
"I'm Jack by the way, Jack Dail."
"I know who you are" I replied. "I'm-"
"Kyla Perkins, the Warehouse girl." He smiled at me, not that I really payed attention to him. He wasn't exactly part of my concern right now.
"You know who I am?" I asked, confused.
"Of course I do, who doesn't now? Plus Ethan never shuts up about you." Jack laid Ethan down across the road and called an ambulance.
"Fuck, your leg!" I looked down at my thigh, the cut had to be maybe 3 inches in length and the depth? I didn't even want to think about that.
"I'm fine, honestly".
"You're not! Here" Jack said as he ripped some of his shirt up and tied it around my thigh, cutting off blood in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
"Thanks Jack" I smiled at him.
"No worries".

"Where's Grayson?" he asked.
"I don't know, he's been gone for a few days.."
"Call him, he needs to know about this". I looked down at Ethan and stroked his hair. His eyebrow was no longer bleeding, it'd finally blocked itself up.
"He's fine, the ambulance is on it's way" I looked up at him. "I've got him, Kyla."

Scrolling through my phone, I found Grayson's contact, took a few deep breaths and called him. Each time I heard the phone ring, my heart felt more pain. I stood staring at Ethan, he looked weirdly peaceful, even with his black eye, messy hair and cuts.

Gray didn't answer, not that I was suprised after earlier.
Today had been the worst day I've had in a while.
I decided to text him instead.
'Gray, call me back as soon as you can. It's an emergency, please.'

Walking back over to Jack and Ethan, I kneeled next to E laid on the floor. I stoked his face and almost began crying again until Jack put his hand on my shoulder.
"He'll be okay" he smiled at me. I nodded and tried to smile back.

About 10 minutes later, the ambulance finally turned up. They took Ethan and I to the hospital, Jack said he'd meet us there. He said he'd drive to us but he needed to call Grayson first.
In the ambulance, the paramedics checked Ethan's breathing, pulse and blood pressure. Seeing them frantically strap him up to different machines made me start panicking again.
"Is he okay?" I asked.
"He's fine, but the Doctors will still need to run some X-rays" a woman tried to reassure me.

Arriving at the hospital, doctors hooked Ethan up to a few different machines. They told me his breathing was a little too shallow, they took Ethan away to do some X-rays and left me in the waiting room surrounded by other worried people and patients.
After about half an hour, they brought Ethan back to a bed.

"Excuse me" a nurse said. "You can see him now". I followed her into Ethan's room, seeing him laid there, strapped to machines, broke my heart. I paused at the door, bit my lip and did the best to gulp down the lump in my throat. I felt like I couldn't move when I saw him laid there, my body seemed to freeze up. A nurse put her hand on my shoulder and smiled at me. Trying to smile back at her, I sat on a chair beside his bed and held his hand. I noticed they'd stitched up his eyebrow and cleaned away the blood on his face. His lip was still swolen however.

The Doctor entered the room.
"There's good news and bad" he began. "He's fine, he'll live. Nothing too damaged and he'll wake up." I smiled slightly.

"But"

I looked up at the doctor and squeezed Ethan's hand. "He has a few dislocated ribs, like I said, nothing too major. The paramedics said they saw a truck on fire. If he had hit that tree with a slight more force, his ribs could have broken and punctured his lungs or even his heart. He's lucky."

He could have died...

"Thankyou Doctor."
"Since you're the only person that came in with him, would you mind answering some questions? Then we'll stitch up that leg" he said pointing at my bandaged thigh.
"Not at all" I replied, trying to act strong.

A nurse came in, holding a clip board and looked at me.
"Hi, I'm Nurse Natacha. I have a few questions for you." She smiled at me, something about her was slightly comforting. I nodded.

"Okay uhm, What's his name? We haven't actually identified him yet."
"Ethan Dolan" I replied.
"And yours?"
"Kyla, Kyla Perkins".
"And what is your relationship with him?" She looked up at me from her sheet of paper.
"Sorry?" I asked confused.
"Are you his Sister, Cousin, Girlfriend?" I looked down at Ethan and bit my lip.

"Girlfriend, She's my Girlfriend."

(Annnd I'll prepare to have ducks thrown at me again.🙃

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