It's been weeks since I've seen Adam. I love being with him so I decide to call him to tell him I was going to pay him a visit. I press his number and it starts ringing. And ringing. And ringing.
I end the call and try again. And again. And again. Holy frick what happened to him.
I call James to ask if he has seen Adam but he hasn't. I call Jaiden and she had the same answer.
That's it. I'm barging in his damn house. I immediately get in my car and drive as fast as I can. I arrive, get out of my car and started banging his door.
"Adam? Adam?! Adam!!"
I look around for another entrance. I see that his bedroom window is opened. I start stepping on his trash cans to boost myself up to the window. I hear a groan of pain so I climb faster. I managed to get inside.
There, I see Adam wailing in pain, holding on to his jaw.
"Adam!!"
I knelt beside him and held his hand, not knowing what to do. I take out my phone and call 911.
"Hello, 911. What's your e--"
"Hi, um, my friend is in crucial pain right now. I don't know what happened to him but please get here as soon as possible," I said in just one breath, feeling panicked.
"Okay miss. Tell me your address."
I quickly told them Adam's address and end the call. I look over to Adam who's trying not to wail in front of me but still fails.
"Please, Adam. Bear with me."
I hug him for support and his wailing seems to have lessened.
"It's all going to be okay." I stroke his hair as the red and blue sirens go off.
{Adam's POV}
Ughh.... Where... am I...
"Are you sure he's okay?" a familiar voice said.
"Yes, it happens sometimes... he was born with that jaw problem," another familiar voice said, but this time older. I didn't have the energy to think so I dozed off.
I woke up again and saw myself in a hospital bed. I turned my head to the side and saw my parents and my older brother and sister. They all turned their attention to me and they started to hug me.
"Are you okay?" mom asks.
I nod my head slowly.
"You're two youtuber friends were here and this other girl came too. She was so worried for you. Who is she by the way?" dad asks.
I looked around and saw a paper and pencil. I wrote down my answer and gave it to my parents.
"She's my good friend (Y/N). I met her at Vidcon with her brother, Noah. She's really nice to me. She was the one who called the ambulance."
My family smiled, pleased for some reason.
"Don't worry. We'll thank her tomorrow. She said she would visit you," my sister assured me.
I nod again and hoped to see her tomorrow.
