Skephalo- One Last Time

Oh my Goodness

-Darryl's POV-

~Bring bring bring~

My phone buzzes. I pick it up.

"Oh Zak is calling me? I just got back to his house though I thought he would be busy the whole day."

I decide to pick the phone up and answer. All of a sudden, an urgent voice on the other end tells me to "get to Chipotle immediately," then I am hung up on.

"That wasn't Zak! SOMEONE PROBABLY KIDNAPPED HIM AND TOOK HIS PHONE!!!

I quickly leave the house and drive back to Chipotle.

-15ish minuets later-

Arriving at Chipotle, I see paramedics and police gathered around the scene. I run up to the nearest paramedic, frantically.

"Sir!" I get their attention, "What happened here??? My friend was here and someone called me on his phone, an--" I start sobbing out of worry. Realizing how much I stressed myself out on the car ride back. The guy pulls me to the side and sits me down on the curb.

"Hey, it is okay don't worry. Do you know that guy sitting over there." He points at a male sitting up on a stretcher.

"Yes," I tell him weakly. That's my friend is he okay?

"Well you see," he looks over quickly, then back at me, "I don't know he seems to be able to respond fine to questions, but when we ask him to follow the flash light there is no response. He doesn't seem to even be able to make eye contact. We looked up his records and it said he was supposed to lose his vision a long time ago, but then was cured. So none of this makes sense. We don't even know why he was passed out."

He just told me A LOT OF INFORMATION. I start to get nervouse though I do try to stay calm while explaining what I knew to the paramedic. "He uhhh lost his sight with in the last week, I honestly lost track of time while taking care of him. I-," I take a breath, "I don't know what happened here, I dropped him off for a date. She was supposed to be tending for him..."

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." The man says. "Thanks that helps a little bit." He then walks away, I decide I should follow him to Zak.

I get over to Zak, he looked delusional, exhausted, and paler than when he was sick. I grab his hand, it was freezing in the late summer heat. "Zak-" my throat creaks out of pity, "you good there buddy?"

He looks around, making perfect eye contact with me, "Yeah, I will be fine. I just need to stand up." He tries to stand up, I am quickly shoved out of the way by a team of 5 paramedics and EMT's telling him to not stand up and that he could pass out if he stands up.

Zak, I speak through the crowd of people please just stay seated. There is a team of professionally trained people," or at least I hope so, I say to myself, "trying to help you out."

-Zak's POV-

My headaches, I can hear everything, so much is going on. I faintly hear Darryl talking to me, there also seems to be a group of people around me, they are really loud people yelling instructions to one another. Then I hear a faint beeping in rythm. Am I in a hospital?
I try to sit up but am held back by wires attached to my wrists and head.

A/N

THANKYOU ALL FOR THE SUPPORT!! All lot of drama began when I published this chapter but it is mostly all resolved for now, I hope. I am currently working on the next chapter as I re-publish this. I realized I messed stuff up and people are oht of character I really want to rewrite that. But I'm lazy so it's likely to never happen. Sorry about the re publish, I know some of you are waiting for the next chapter and this got your Hope's up, I just had to fix the ending.