Be Mine

Chapter 9

Ceci  screamed and Andrius looked up at me, shell-shocked. How did this happen? Before I could say anything, Xander spoke up. Ish. "What the fuck?!" He yelled. "What the major fuck? What happened?!" He screamed in Andrius's face. Andrius, still half-holding an unconscious Shane, sputtered an explanation.

"Dude, listen. All I know was that me and him," Him and I, I corrected in my head, unable to help myself, "We were heading out to the cafe down the street, and-and this car came outta nowhere. Like, literally nowhere! Shane went to swerve but it was too late. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! This is all my fault!" Andrius dropped Shane and looked around wildly, as if he were trying desperately to find a way out of a nightmare. Ceci kneeled beside Shane and sobbed. I turned to Jenna.

"Jenna, call 9-1-1. Xander, help me stop some of the bleeding. And Ceci," Poor Ceci turned and looked at me, helpless, mascara running down her cheeks. "Ceci, grab some ice packs, a t-shirt from my dresser and duct-tape." The three of them went to work and I turned to Andrius. "Did you see who the driver was? Maybe the type of car? License plate?" Andrius pales under the speculating eyes.

"It was a silver Volkswagon Golf Comfortline. That's all I know. Oh god, I gotta get outta here." He spun on his heel and dashed out of the room, leaving us to deal with Shane. That bastard! I turned to my new friends.

Ceci came back with the supplies I asked her to get and quickly, ripped up my shirt in strips. I ripped a piece of duct tape from the roll and placed it over Shane's mouth. I know how this is going to go. I carefully slipped one of the strips under his injured leg and left it there while I carefully placed my fingers on a chunk of debris on his leg. Taking a deep breath, I ripped the metal from his leg. Shane open his eyes and screamed through the duct tape. Tears streamed down his face like a river. Tears stung my own eyes. I hated seeing people in pain. I got the metal out of his leg, but it was gushing. I brought the cloth around his leg, pulled it tight and tied it off, making a tourniquet. Shane's head flopped onto the floor, his breathing heavy.

"Shane, I need to know where else you're hurt. I need to help you." I said softly. Slowly, he raised his right arm and pointed to his chest. I cursed to myself. I'd need to take off his shirt for this. I slowly raised his shirt over his head, trying not to let him sit up. I tossed the shirt aside and inspected his chest. Let me tell you this, my friends. He was built. And I mean built. Complete with straining veins and chiseled abs. But my breath got caught in my throat as I saw the long gash across his front. It would leave the nastiest scar. It was bleeding. I don't know how I didn't notice the blood before. I grabbed strips of my T-shirt and started mopping up the blood. I heard sirens outside. Oh, thank god. Shane's eyes fluttered clothes and froze. 

"Shane. Shane! Answer me. Can you hear me?" No answer. "Ah, shit!" I yelled. I started compression on his chest, staining my hands with blood. Ceci rushed over and ripped the duct tape off of his mouth. The door flew open and paramedics rushed through.

"We've got it from here!" Somebody yelled. But Shane's eyes flew open before anybody could do anything. Thank Jesus hallelujah. Shane howled in pain as the medics placed him on a stretcher. Ceci, Xander, Jenna and I followed the medics outside to the ambulance. 

"I'm sorry, but you four can't come in here. Just follow us and wait until he's stable. Then you can see him." With that, the medic slammed the ambulance doors in our faces and left us wondering if Shane would ever make it.