JeffMads Modern AU | Year 1 {Complete}

Help, Please, Everything Has Gone to Hell and I Don't Know What to Do

There was no sign of him in the water. I screamed and screamed, until finally I got the idea that maybe I should go under and look for him. I was in the process of shakily taking off my skates and heavy snow gear when a woman told me to stop. That she was going to call an ambulance. I didn't know if Thomas could swim, but if he could, it's not like it mattered. There was only one small spot where the ice broke.

The woman was holding me in a hug. Who was she?

"Who are you?"

"My name is Bea. It's going to be alright. You can stop screaming now." She seemed nice.

Wait, I was still screaming?

"I-I have to go and get him. He's under the ice-"

"I know, my husband's just called 911. They'll be here soon. He'll be fine. What's your name?" She draped the coat I had taken off over my shoulders.

We were on the solid ground. We weren't on the ice anymore. When had that happened?

"James." I tried to gather my senses. I couldn't, nothing was making any sense at all.

"Okay, James, you need to calm down. Take some deep breaths."

I nodded. I nodded a few too many times.

A man came and handed the woman a thermos. He was on the phone.

Oh. They're the couple. The ones that were skating on the other side of the lake.

"They say 2 more minutes," he said.

My feet were cold. My whole body was cold. I was shaking. I think tears were freezing on my face.

I had to go back.

There was no sign of him at all. He could be-

No. No. No.

He couldn't be.

I gasped.

Shit.

Shit.

I had to stop having a panic attack, immediately or else I wouldn't be any kind of help.

Bea took of the stocking cap she was wearing and put it onto me.

I pushed it off.

"You're too cold. You need to warm up." She put the hat back on me, then shoved the thermos into my hands. "It's soup. Drink."

I listened. The hot liquid tore down my throat, I couldn't decide if it was pleasant or torturous. My mind was elsewhere.

Some of the soup, which was clearly chicken noodle, sloshed out and onto my pants from my shaking hands.

For a horrible second I forgot about Thomas. I choked on the soup.

The woman cast a worrying glance to her husband.

In the distance I heard sirens.

"I can hear them now," the man said into his phone.

I stared out at the lake. My hat, gloves, and skates were laying out in the open. Next to where the ice had broken.

It had all happened so fast.

Less than five minutes ago.

How deep could that lake be?

It was just a lake.

"Will they- will they, save him?" I asked the woman.

"Yes." She didn't sound convincing.

Fuck.

They had to save him.

They had to.

Speaking of them, they had arrived. Firefighters and paramedics.

They asked the man and woman some quick questions. I'm glad they left me alone. I doubt I could form full sentences.

Some of the firefighters went back through the trees and up the path. That's when the paramedics came to me.

They said I was in shock. And having a panic attack.

Well, I knew that.

They helped me up.

They brought me to the ambulance, to my protest. I had to stay.

I had to.

What if they needed my help? I had asked.

They assured me the firemen and women had it handled. I don't know if I believed them.

They gave me a medication for my nerves. They said it would help. What it did was put me out.

Those bastards.

Those fucking bastards.

//also before any of y'all go off, the drug they gave him was Ketamine. It's not really an anesthetic as it doesn't make one loose consciousness. It's quick-working and is supposed to "separate the mind from the body." It's so behavioral things more so than anything else. (Although, it can be used for pain) I'm pretty sure it's mainly used by EMT's. At least that's what I gathered, I might be wrong. I just don't want to be attack like some fanfic writer are. Great. Have a nice day.//