My bag fell to the ground, and so did i, according to my neighbors. I remember waking up in the back of the ambulance connected to so many wires and in excruciating pain in all my body. I didn't bother to move but i could see the paramedics panicked expressions and instantly knew something was wrong. I still didn't dare move because I knew i couldn't. My ankles and wrists were strapped down to a flat, plastic stretcher. "Hang in there kid, It's going to be ok. Got any family we can call in the meantime?" It took me a while to process what the hell he just said to me. I muttered it over and over again "Tray,Tray,Tray" One of the paramedics pulled my bag off the ground and saw his name in my contacts. He dialed Tray and all i heard was Hello before i blanked out again.
When i woke i could hear that annoying beep from my heart rate machine. Tray had his head in his hands and i called his name. He looked up so happy to see me alive and breathing. "Your ok. Your staying with me now, since your alone. You need my help to survive." I simply nodded my head in agreement. The pain in my body was worse than before, and there was no chance of me moving now. I felt so numb. The doctors came back to the room and I asked what happened. They muttered quietly in the corner before telling me fully. "You suffered severe injury to your skull. Your leg and stomach was stabbed repeatedly and we need to stitch them." I squirmed with the thought of it. I hated stitches since i was kid.
