My mouth drops as I see my best friend crumble to the ground and I fall to my knees, catching her at the last second. My heart drops as I see red starting to rapidly blossom from the left side of her chest, directly where her heart is. my mind blanks and all I can focus on is the rapid bleeding of my one and only best friend.
"Stay with me, stay with me, do you understand?! I can't lose you...you have to live, okay!" I state firmly, placing her on the ground and pulling my shirt off, bunching it up and putting it over the wound on her chest and placing heavy pressure on it to stop the bleeding.
"Alex, Before I die I just want you to know one thing-" she starts to say but I cut her off.
"No you are not going to die, you will be fine... you are going to live, you will be fine!" I reply, not sure if I'm trying to convince her or convince myself.
"That's thing that I have always loved about you...you care about others more than yourself. listen...if I die I want you to go home and look in my makeup drawer...there is a letter and a box of stuff there for you. but just remember...don't let what happened last year keep you from your dream!" she smiles, reaching up to caress my face before she got torn out of my arms by the ambulance officers.
I scream trying to get to her but someone reaches around my waist and holds me back.
I go to smack them across the face but stop when I realise who it was.
It was the guy that I ran into before...the one and only Ashley Purdy!
"Ashley!" I exclaim in surprise, going completely still in shock.
"Hey there again, is do you think that after this has all calmed down, that you could show me that dance that you were doing before you ran off?" he asks breathing heavily probably from chasing me down.
I realize that he is still holding me and that he pulled me away from my best friend and so I start struggling again and end up elbowing him in the nuts.
He grunts letting go of me and falling back hunched over and cradling his privates, his face scrunched in pain.
I scurry over and push past the police officers and dive into the ambulance vehicle and sit next to my best friend, holding her hand and letting her know I'm here for her.
The ambulance doors close and we start towards the hospital.
Once we get to the hospital, there is a flurry of movement of which I shut my self off of. The doctors made me wait out in the waiting room whilst they put my best friend through emergency surgery.
Half an hour later, the doctor who took my best friend through to surgery comes to see me.
"Follow me," he says turning on his heel and walking back down the hallway leaving me to run to catchup.
We take a few turns and he stops in front of a door with the number 55 written across the top. He pushes the door open and I spot my best friend across the room, lying in the hospital bed with wires and tubes connected to her keeping her alive.
I slowly walk to her bedside and stand beside her, my eyes going to the drips in her hand giving her some sort of clear liquid and blood support.
Tears burn in my eyes as my mind flashes back to the night that my mother was murdered in a hospital very much the same.
