I sit uncomfortably in the bushes, waiting for someone to come around to the front of his house. I wait for at least five minutes and nobody comes. Then I go back to his front door and put my ear against it. I hear a muffled, "help". It sounds just like Matt. This worries me even more. What happened? I think to myself. I don't even know if I should call 911 or not. Is it that serious?
"Matt, I'm coming!" I scream through his door. I try to look through the window, but I can't see anything. I can barely make myself tall enough to look through it, considering how short I am. I then remember him talking about a key he left under a rock by his front door. I search, and I see it! I lift up the heavy rock but there is no key. I look around anxiously to see if it is there. I see it on the doormat under the e in welcome. "Is this how he got in?" I whisper to myself. I pick up the key and shove it into the keyhole. I'm really shaky right now so its difficult, but I manage.
I swing the door open and I see Matt on the floor. His eyes are shut. He has a blanket around his face covering his nose and mouth. I run over and kneel down next to him. I shake him and there is no response. By now everything through my eyes are blurry. I'm trying my hardest not to cry, but apparently I'm not trying hard enough. I'm balling now. I take my iPhone out of my pocket, and I hesitate when I type in my password. I could barely remember with everything going through my head. Once I remember, I quickly type in my password of 1573. Then I dial 911. I can barely speak because I'm too busy gasping for my breath. "My boy-boyfriend, he-he fainted. He won't wa-wake up. Help me" I finally mutter. I then get out his address.
I finally here sirens and I see red and blue flashing lights after about 5 minutes. This relieves me a little bit, to know that someone is here to help me. They pull him on a stretcher and put him in the ambulance. I follow.
He will be okay, he will be okay.
I keep repeating this line in my head. He was the first boyfriend who actually cared. He was one of the sweetest boys I've ever me.
There are a few people in the ambulance trying to help him. They are screaming stuff at each other. I don't know what's going on, but I want to know. "Is he going to be okay?" I say in a normal tone. This is directed to everyone, hoping someone will answer me. Finally someone replies, "He will be okay." this mimics the words going through my head.
He will be okay.
