Why Only He Sees(Jason McCann Love Story)

Giving In

When Andy shouted that she thought that there was a bomb on the van I immediately listened for any indication that she was right. I heard the ticking of a timer. That showed that whoever made the bomb was an amateur. There were plenty of ways to make silent bombs, or even ones much quieter.

I heard the ticking speed up and knew we had only a matter seconds to get away before it went off. I did the first thing that came to mind.

"Move!" I yelled. I knew they wouldn't listen to me, so I jumped backwards into whoever happened to be behind me, it just happened to be Stokes, making us both roll a ways away from the soon to be explosion. The policemen ran after us. This was good. The farther away they were the less likely it was that they'd die or get injured.

I wasn't sure why all of a sudden I cared about any government workers well being, I just knew I didn't want anyone to die now. The feeling was knew and strange. Usually I wouldn't care, I was numb to the guilt and regret, but now it was different. I didn't know exactly how the change had happened, but I did know Andy had a lot to do with it. She changed my perspective.

Just as they reached us the van blew up, making a horrible and loud booming noise. The parts went flying everywhere and I suddenly felt a searing hot pain in my forehead. Something warm and wet ran down my face, and I was able to recognize it as blood before an overwhelming darkness consumed me.

Nick's POV

After the explosion I was dazed. That was probably the last thing I was expecting. When Sara was done hugging me, and demanding to know what happened, I looked down and realized that Jason hadn't gotten up yet. I knelt down beside him and tuned his body so that he was facing me. I saw blood running down the side of his face. His eyes were closed and he didn't open them when I examined the wound. I knew that was a bad thing. Whatever it was that hit him, hit him hard enough to knock him unconscious. He could have a concussion, or some serious brain damage. There was a lot of blood. I knew that head wounds always bled a lot, but this wasn't a normal head wound.

"We need to get a doctor or some medics here now. Jason's injured." I told Sara urgently. When she saw Jason's face she nodded and quickly whipped out her cell phone.

While she called 911 I positioned Jason's head on my lap so that all the blood wouldn't be rushing to his head.

"An ambulance is on its way." Sara told me after she hung up. "And I'm supposed to question you when he's safely in the hospital."

I nodded. I didn't have any useful answers, but didn't feel like bringing that up now. They would still need to know what happened before the explosion to see if it will be any help at all. I figured that Jason would have some answers. He knew the bomb was there before the explosion, and managed to get all three of us away in time to prevent any deaths.

He saved my life. Again.

I really owed that kid a lot. I wanted to do something to repay him in some way, but he wouldn't accept anything from me and I knew that. He hated me.

I didn't want to think that he was responsible for what happened. If he was it didn't make sense for him to save us. He could have just made a run for it at the last minute and most likely the two policemen and I would have died and he would have just gotten injured, just like he was now.

His face was deathly pale and his breathing was slowing. I was getting really nervous. The kid looked like crap.

Just as I was getting ready to ask Sara when the medics would be here and ambulance entered the lot. They pulled up beside me and quickly got out.

I watched silently as they gently picked Jason up from my arms and placed him on a stretcher. Before they brought him inside the ambulance they carefully put a bandage on his head wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. They then loaded him up.