My expression changed from astonishment to pure dread as I ran to her side with Jacob right behind me. She wasn't moving, she looked... dead. Out of panic, I held her in my arms and sat on the soft grass. I checked her wrist for a pulse and breathed out a sigh of relief once I found it. Seeing as she wasn't moving at all, I figured that she must have gained a concussion. Everyone gathered around us and just stared in shock till Jacob growled at them to call an ambulance. As if broken out of a trance, they all swiped out their phones to call an ambulance.
"I don't think she needs more than one" I muttered looking at her with worry as she turned pale right before my eyes. Everyone within 10 metre radius of me which was basically everyone heard.
"I'll call an ambulance" Jeff, a Jock said. I felt something wet on my hands once I placed them behind her platinum blonde hair... blood. I cursed loudly.
"Marissa, get me a towel. Now!" I said to one of the cheerleaders. I watched as she ran towards the bleachers and opened a bag, getting fresh clean white towels out. I turned her head to the side, so I could properly inspect the wound and boy was it deep. It wasn't deep enough to see her skull bit still, it was pretty bad and it needed lots of stitches. I gently placed the towel on the wound to temporarily stop the bleeding.
"Isn't there a bloody first aid kit here?!" I hissed at the cheerleaders
"Th..There Is" one of the girls said nervously
"Then why am I not looking at it right now! Get the damn kit" I yelled at the poor girl who scurried into the school building almost tripping over her own feet. Within seconds, she was back with a medium sized kit. I hurriedly opened the kit, searching for some peroxide, methylated spirit, scissors and cotton wool. Out of frustration, I poured out It's entire content and set out to work. The gnash on her had was at least eight centimeters long and was bleeding profusely. I quickly placed a considerable amount of cotton wool on the scissors and dipped it in peroxide before cleaning out her wound with it. The area started to foam and when I suspected the bacteria was fully expelled, I dipped another wool in methylated spirit and placed it on the surface of the wound. It was then I finally heard the sirens and I breathed out a sigh of relief. Suddenly, I felt like I was being watched. I looked over to were I felt the gaze on me and my eyes landed on a big green bush just close to the exit of the field. The bush rustled and a figure wearing a hoodie ran out through the gates. I wanted to yell at him/her to stop but couldn't find any words coming out of my mouth and all I did was look at that direction in shock. I didn't notice when a stretcher was brought to my side and the queen bee herself was lifted out of my hold and into the stretcher. A man wearing a white coat was saying something but I couldn't make out the words. I only saw his mouth moving. Jacob came over to me and he looked like he would break down any minute. He was saying a bunch of incoherent things before giving me a kiss on my forehead, placing something cold in my hands and heading into the back of the ambulance with one final wave in my direction. In less than minutes, I felt my hearing return. I stared at the car keys in my hands before letting out a sigh. I was left alone on the field and decided it was best if I drove to the hospital.
As I walked deep in thought about what I saw and suspected no one else did. I didn't watch where I was going and after two steps I found myself writhing in pain. I held my feet up and cursed loudly. I glared at the large piece of rock I hit with my foot only to find that it was covered in blood and I was certain that it wasn't mine. I touched the edge that was covered with the most blood and found it to be a tad bit sharp but with the fall I witnessed I knew the pain was agonizing and the hit was enough to give her more than just a concussion. That fall could have killed her. I carried the rock with me as I made my way to Jacob's car, placing it on the passenger's seat before starting the engine.
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Teen FictionThe all American-boy-next-door. The occasional bad boy. The stereotypical cheerleader. The not so stereotypical football player. Money trouble and silver spoons. All this combined, what does one make of it? A hell of a ride through highschool or jus...