Lyndsey
The medics rush in and load him onto a gurney. They ask me when I found him and a couple other questions and then they start talking to him. He isn't answering.
We're in the street now and one medic is handing the gurney to another inside the ambulance. I hear them talking.
"What's his condition?"
"His names Zeke. Looks to be about 16 or 17 years old. Attempt of suicide. Status dead on arrival. Attempted time of death 10:58 pm."
I burst into tears again when I hear my mother call my name. The operator must have called her. She runs to me and takes me in her arms I collapse. Relying on her to hold me. I bury my face in her coat.
"I love you. Zeke, I love you. I. Love. You. I love you." Words I didn't get to say before continue to rush out of me now. As if the repetition will bring him back. Looking up I see the ambulance leave. No speeding. No lights. And no siren. Why should they? Their patient is dead. Zeke. Is. Dead.
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