(Yes, this sequel is from everyone else's point of view)
Kalyn's POV
We sat around the body for a minute, thinking it was just a figment of our imagination, and BOOM, she'd be back.
Any minute now.
...
Corl was in the crack of the room, still hugging her.
He refused to let go.
"Come on, Braden. Let go.." I forced, tugging at her arm.
"Why should I? I can die right here with her." He insisted, pulling back.
Corn started the hysterics once Corl said that.
"It's okay, Corn." I said, holding her tight. We all seemed to huddle around her, crying.
We'd actually made a good friend, who we made trips with, bonded with, hugged with, cried with, felt all the emotions with..Now her corpse is in the front of me.
"I wish it'd never came to this." I said, wiping my face.
"I'd know the sweatshirt was just a temporary fix..I had a feeling-" Corn sniffled.
"I knew she was out somewhere, dying. Struggling.." Braden said, looking Kalyn in the eye.
BOOM
A cop.
We couldn't find any loose stone, anything. No vents..We were toast.
"Guys, go!" Braden cried.
I looked back at the body..I was leaving it.
Time of death, 3 minutes ago..It was going to haunt me forever.
The cop was in the hall already..I had gotten distracted.
When he ran to the cell, I felt my whole body get harrassed with chills, I couldn't explain the feeling the littlest bit.
"FUGITIVES! get OFF!" He screamed, pointing at us. The ones with no prison shirts on.
Braden, in the corner, fearing for his life.
"Sir," I huffed.
"We're back up guards..Here" I said, choking up on dust.
He put his hands on his waist.."If so, why isn't your uniform on."
"We..We, had to.."
"Take them off. We didn't want blood on them."
"I've seen you guys around. Our newest on the team, right?"
He tapped his foot. "GET TO WORK."
He slammed the cell door, which left a set of keys on the ground.
I quickly picked them up, shoving them into my pocket.
I opened the gate, darted down the hall, into the welcome area clearing..I dialed a medic to come.
"ITS AN EMERGENCY.."
"927 Brickwood AVENUE."
I slammed the phone, and ran back into the cell.
"We've got a medic." I huffed, slumping on the ground.
Corn cheered. "What if-"
"No what if's. Just..Be happy."
Corn noticed a tear slipped from my eye.
"Are you o-"
I held my hand in front of her face.
Minutes later, Medics rushed in with a stretcher. Braden, now asleep.
"Corn, stay with Braden." I whispered, following the medics.
"WHY?" She said, crossing her arms.
"Because. He'll be devastated."
"Now, stay."
I hopped into the back of the ambulance. Next to a medic, trying to stop the blood flow.
"What are you guys going to do?" I asked, curiously, looking at the body.
"We'll do surgery, and preform cpr until we can't anymore." the lady said, unfolding the blanket.
"She looks freshly done. We can probably try.."
The other medic nodded.
"She was shot." I said, in a low voice.
"Do you know who did it, ma'am?"
I gasped for air.. "Yes"
"Her name is Tiffany Gadsen..She's dead."
The medic looked up, and then back down.
The hospital was right next to the prison.
I hopped out of the truck, as it drove off.
We rolled her carefully into a room, as they wheeled her off into surgery, to remove the bullet.
CORNS POV
Braden finally woke up.
He felt around for her.
She wasn't there.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?" He cried, slamming his head on the wall.
Kalyn's POV
She was out of surgery. It was quick.
"The bullet didn't go far, at all. Just under the surface of the skin. Still enough to bleed out."
The doctor said, wheeling her into a room.
She was still..Dead.
I insisted on saying she was my "sister" and I wanted to try and resuscitate.
The doctor started CPR. It took 45 minutes or so, to get an apparent pulse.
For a minute.
she flat-lined again.
she started to do defibrillation.
She was shocked so much- it was a sad thing to see.
I covered my eyes; in eternal shock.
AHHH!
SHE HAD A PULSE!
"Kalyn?!" She screamed.
"How am I alive?!"
The doctor looked back, sweating. "Blood transfusion."
Liz started to cry, "I don't want to die again."
"There is a 2% chance out of 100 you will die again," The doctor said, leaving.
I smiled.
She's back.
