One In a Million {Nash Grier & Cameron Dallas Fanfiction}

Chapter 19

AUTHORS NOTE: Just so you know I have just about cried writing these two chapters.

POV: Sydney

I don't remember anything after that.

Just the aching pain in my chest that was enough to crack my body in two.

All that I could see was blackness. I must've past out next to Sam.... Or at least her corpse.

I could feel the ground vibrating under me as emergency vehicles pulled up around us, but still I kept my eyes closed. I couldn't bare to see her again.

You must think I'm completely insane for reacting this way to my best friend dying.

Well I'll have you know that she was more than a best friend, she was my sister. And we were the closest sisters that anybody had ever seen.

I felt my body being moved onto a hard, but softer than cement surface. It started moving away. That's when my eyes snapped open and I saw that I was already belted to the gurney.

I thrashed against the restraints and craned my head back to see Sam's body still lying limply on the ground, a few paramedics surrounding her. One of them holding a black body bag.

That's when I cracked.

I screeched with what little voice I had left.

"Stop! Please! Take me back to her! I can't leave her! She can't be dead! She wouldn't just leave me!" I thrashed and yanked at the belts holding me down as I continued screaming.

"Ma'am calm down. You've been through quite a trauma and moving around is only making your injuries worse." A paramedic said over me, but that did not stop or even stall my struggles against the restraints. "Ma'am your friend is gone. There's nothing you can do."

"No! She's not! Please! Do CPR or SOMETHING! She's not gone. She can't be!" I screeched as my voice cracked.

I broke into sobs instead.

"Get her stable. Now." The guy said to the other.

I felt a needle go into my arm and the arm went numb.

I knew what this was.

They were going to put me to sleep so that they can bag Sam's body in peace.

I struggled even more now. Mostly trying to fight the numbness that was creeping through my body.

"You can't do this!" I screeched at the man who had given me the shot. "Take it out of me! Take it out of me now!" I screamed at him, spit flying from my mouth as my mouth went numb as well.

He had no expression on his face, not annoyance, not anger, not even pity.

I could barely move as I felt darkness start to swamp me.

"Please." I whimpered, it was all I could manage.

Right before darkness totally engulfed me I heard mutters above me.

"The girl, we found a pulse. It's barely there and is getting weaker, but there is one." He muttered quietly.

I tried to open my eyes to see if he was telling the truth, but I could no longer move.

I just accepted the darkness.

POV: Cameron

"Sir." I was brought out of my trance my a police officer by my window.

"Yes?" I asked hoarsely.

"What are your two friends' names?" He asked as he clicked a pen to write them down.

"Sydney Bergman and Samantha Foster. Then I'm Cameron Dallas." I said almost silently.

I felt a pain in my chest.

I wasn't absolutely sure of what it was, but it felt like... Guilt.

This was my fault.

I got Sam killed.

I had been the one driving.

"I know that you are blaming yourself, but truthfully it wasn't your fault. The truck driver had been drinking and should not have been driving." The police officer said as he motioned towards the cop car where a man was cuffed in the back.

"On the news of your friend that flew out the windshield... She probably won't make it." He sighed. "They found a slight pulse, but it's getting weaker by the second." He explained. "As for your other friend, she seems fine except for a couple of minor things. You look to be fine as well, but I would like you to go with the ambulance that is open." He said pointing to the ambulance that was open. The other had already sped off to the hospital.

I nodded and got out of the wrecked car and into the ambulance.

There on the gurney was Sydney.

She was pale white and her face was stained with dirt, blood, and tear streaks.

Her eyes were also closed.

"Is she-" I bolted upright and looked to the paramedic across from me.

"She's fine. We just gave her a shot so that she wouldn't harm herself." He explained before continuing to write on his clip board.

I nodded and leaned my head against the wall of the ambulance and shut my eyes.

I just now realized how much my body ached and was bruised.

I sighed and willed myself to sleep.