Young Banana Bus Squad

Jon's Back!

Evan P.O.V.

I hold Jon's hand tight as we ride in the ambulance. My chest is tight, and I find it hard to breathe right.

"Jon, why did you do this?" I whisper, tears starting to roll down my cheeks. "Why couldn't you have come to me and Craig. You should have talked to us sooner."

The EMT, Brad, is wrapping gauze on Jon's wound, to stop the bleeding. I look up at him.

"Is he....Is he going to be okay?" I ask hoarsely, and Brad shakes his head.

"I can't say. But you'll know after he gets out of surgery. We're here now." He says, and the doors to the ambulance open, and I can see the hospital doors. Brad jumps out, and lifts the stretcher out of the ambulance. He wheels it into the hospital, and I run alongside it. He runs up to a doctor, and looks down at Jon.

"Young white male. 17. One stab wound to the lower abdomen. High blood loss."

The doctor nods, and they take Jon into surgery. I look past Brad as they whisk him through the doors. I feel his hand on my shoulder.

"Evan, right?" He asks, and I turn to face him.

"Yeah." I say softly, wiping my nose.

Brad pats my shoulder.

"I hope Jon is okay. Good luck." I nod, and he walks off. I sigh, and sink down slowly into one of the chairs in the waiting area. Closing my eyes, I lean my head back, and rub my face with my hands.

What am I gonna do?

Jon is my brother. It's my job to take care of him. And I failed. But I know he wouldn't want me to feel that way. I just hope he's okay.

"Evan?"

I hear someone call my name, and I look up to see all the guys running towards me. Tyler, Marcel, Lui, Brock, Daithi, Craig, and Brian.

And.....Craig and Brian are.......holding hands?

I look back at Tyler. 

"You guys got here fast." I say, and Ty shrugs, smiling.

"We ran."

I nod, and look at Brian and Craig.

"So what's the deal with you two?" I ask, and everyone looks at them.

"Ohhhhhh....that's right, he doesn't know, he wasn't there....."

I shake my head and look at them.

"I don't know what?" I ask, and Marcel smiles.

"While we were walking here, well, Craig kept saying it was his fault, and Brian kept trying to convince him it wasn't, and then Craig said he didn't deserve Jon's friendship, so I just said 'fuck it', and I punched him."

My eyes widen.

"What the fuck did you do that for?!" I yell, and Marcel puts his hands up in surrender.

"Hey, I was only trying to get Craig to stop beating himself up-"

"By you beating him up instead?!" I exclaim, and Marcel rolls his eyes.

"Evan, just shut the fuck up and listen to what I'm telling you."

I sit back and shut my mouth. Marcel nods, and keeps talking.

"Okay, so I told Craig that if he said it was his fault ever again, I wouldn't hesitate to beat the shit out of him. Then Brian threatened me and said that if I ever laid a finger on Craig that he would 'teach me the meaning of pain'. So we were all pretty shocked, seeing as Brian is the least violent out of all of us, so of course we questioned it. And how come he's been acting out lately and all over anything that has to do with Craig. And you know what he said?" He asks, smirking, and I shrug.