The Tom boy(DISCONTINUED)

Ch.13

~Silver~

Freedom is in my arms,barely breathing.  I can faintly feel the beat of his heart against my hand.  

I stand up and I stumble from my weight and freedoms on my legs"come on silver!"i say to myself.  I start stumbling in the way the vet clinic is.

"do you need help?"his annoying self asks

"no"i snapped at him.  im to worried about my best friend to care about manners,not that'd he get any anyway.  we are 2 blocks away from the clinic when and my arms feel like noodles,same for my legs.  I contemplate in my head'ask for help and listen to him brag about it?  or continue to carry Freedom and risk dropping  him?'

I contemplate this in my head for a good 5 mins when I decide to suck it up and ask for help.

"uh,hey idiot?"i ask him.  what?  im not throwing all my pride under the bus!  he sighs"yea?" "can you carry him?"i ask.  he smirks"sure"

so help me god.....

we arrive at the vet clinic,thank the lord its a 24hr one!!

we walk inside an the receptionist is the first to glance at us and when she does her eyes go wide at the sight of my poor baby.  she rushs from around her desk and comes rushing over to us.

"what happened?  has he gotten into a fight?  as he gotten hit by a car?  snake bit?"she rambles the questions

"I-I don't know.  we were walking along the street a few mins ago and this game came out of no where and grabbed him and then I got grabbed and yea...then after everything I looked to freedom and he was like this"i gesture to him.  she nods her head and calls for some help.  

multiple people come from the back and take freedom from idiots arms(im not using his name!)

im shaky and I feel like throwing up.  my baby is hurt!  ive been holding back tears since ive picked him up but I feel the dam start to crack as they lay him on the streacher thingy.  

I blink my eyes several times'no silver....don't cry....he'll think your weak....don't cry!'I tell myself as I try so hard to push the tears back.  but when they wheel him back behind the door I cant follow,i loose it.  I walk over to one of the chairs and I pull my knees upto my chest and I rest my forehead on my knees as  silently cry.

I hear someone come and sit next to me.  prolly idiot coming to make fun of me.                                  I pull my head up and use my hand to wipe away some of the tears.                                 "don't you dare.  its hard enough that my best friend is hurt,i don't need you making fun of me on the load."i tell him.  I then remember asking for his help.  I grab his ear and twist"and so help me god,you brag about me asking you for help I will make sure you don't have any teeth left in that thick skull of yours"i say in a"challenge me"tone.  he nods his head and I let go of his ear.  

we've been here for an hour,im still crying.  and guess what,idiot has stayed here with me.  

"ya know,"he starts"i wasn't gonna make fun of you"he says"or brag about you asking for help"

what?

What?! 

WHAT?!

"then why did you come over here?"i ask him

"to help you"he shrugs"i know what this feels like"he says

"you?"i question"mr.jerk face,knows whats its like to have someone you love hurt?"

"yup"he sighs

"ok..."