It's been almost 9 hours since I've seen Drake. I'm dying to see him again. I'm off work in 10 minutes.
******5 minutes later******
The last few minutes I have at work I spend on twitter checking my updates. As soon as I'm off my shift I grab my stuff and run outside to my car and start driving home.
I finally get home and close the car door while locking it. I run inside yelling "Drake! I'm back!" I turn the corner into the bedroom and find Drake lying on the floor. Aww he looks so cute. "Drake...Are you okay?" I ask. He isn't moving. There is a puddle of blood under his head. I immediately call 999; the emergency room.
Me in tears, as they take him away in a stretcher. The puddle of blood on the bedroom floor still there. I run and jump in the ambulance holding Drake's hand as we drive away from the house, still not knowing what happened.
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(A/N) I'm sorry if you hate me now /_\ cliffhanger. I probably won't continue the story unless people ask me to if they actually want to keep reading
