Far From The Truth

Chapter 14

Heyoooo!!! :P Okay most of you are wondering what happened to Jace....aaaaaw, my little Jace!!! D: lol, well, the time has come for you, my loverlies, to discover what happened to her! On with chapter 14!!

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Hello, yes I have an emergency! My best friend was found in a puddle of blood on the floor! I need an ambulance!" I cried into the phone, trying to keep my sobs in control. How could she have been hurt?!

I had called 911 as soon as I came out of my frozen state of shock. I snapped my phone shut after the medic on the other side of the phone call said there would be an ambulance here soon. "Avril." A voice whispered softly behind me.

I turned around and I was surprised, to say the least, to see Dylan standing there. He opened his arms and then without thinking, I ran to him and hugged him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder. We were outside in the cool night air. Most people had left the scene, not wanting to get caught being at the party where an ambulance was going to show up. Dylan whispered comforting words to me as I cried into his shoulder. I pulled away after a few minutes and he looked at me, concerned. "Av, she's going to be okay. Everything's going to be okay."

I looked away from him and looked up at the twinkling stars. I leaned against him and he wrapped his arms around me. "How do you know Dylan? How can you be so sure she's going to be okay?" I whispered, sniffling.

"Shh, just trust me on this Av. Jace will be fine." He whispered reassuringly.

I sighed quietly. "Promise?"

"Promise." Dylan kissed my forehead and we just stood there, looking at the stars.

A few minutes later, an ambulance pulled up, lights flashing on the hood. I breathed out a sigh of semi-relief. Just because the medics were here didn't mean that Jace was okay. I walked over to them and introduced myself. "Hi, I'm the girl who phoned. My friend is in there." I said, pointing towards where basically no one was, but I still knew that Jace was in that house, still unconscious, still in blood. I had already asked James if he knew what happened, but he was just as upset as me. He said that Jace had excused herself to go to the washroom, and when he heard shouts he ran to see that Jace was on the floor. If someone had done that to Jace, they hadn't confessed...yet. If this wasn't an accident, the guilty party had already fled from the scene.

The paramedics nodded and walked in. I followed closely behind them, wanting to know what happened. One of the paramedics, a slender woman with blonde hair, who was quite pretty, spoke into a walkie-talkie I noticed she was wearing. "We have a 372 on 23 Ferro Street. I repeat, a 372." (A/N: I don't know medical terms or anything about paramedics, just saying. If you know this kind of stuff, please share your knowledge in the little thing below, it's called the comments)

I suddenly got concerned. I walked up to another medic, a man, and asked, "What's a 372? Is it serious?"

The man turned to me. He was fairly young, about 25-30 years old. "No, a 372 is nothing serious. It's just when you bang your head off of something hard, and you bleed while being unconscious." He replied to me, all nonchalant.

I sighed. "Is she going to be okay?" I stressed out the word okay.

He nodded and I let out a breath I hadn't noticed I had been holding. Jace was going to be okay, she was going to be okay...

I walked back over to Dylan and he hugged me. "See? She's going to be okay, Av." He whispered reassuringly.

I breathed in, and let it out slowly. "I know." I watched as the paramedics picked up Jace and put her carefully on a stretcher. She had stopped bleeding, but the blood was still there on the hardwood floor. Hey, at least it wasn't carpet.