The Dangers of Escape

CHAPTER 14

Cartoonz-
As I walk out the door I hear a gunshot. Dread fills me to the brim. I sprint down the hall to the guest room where Jon has been staying since the accident. I freeze at the door.
"No no no no. Please No!" I go to him. I call 911. I hang up after the call even though the man on the line told me not to.  Where did he get a gun?  I run back to my room and see the drawer open. He stole my gun. MY gun killed him. I go back to the room where he is. All the blood... I grab the trash can and vomit. I sink to the floor. Why Delirious? Why? We could've worked through it. We could have done it together. I hear a knock on the door and run down the hall and open it.
"Which way?" The man asks. I turn around and he follows me to the room. They walk in and immediately check for a pulse and working on him.
"I-is he dead?" One of the paramedics looks back at me. He slowly gets off the ground and walks briskly toward me.
"Come with me." He leads me out of the house which I take as a bad sign.
"Is he alive?"  He's about to say something when he gets distracted by the other paramedics taking Jonathan to the ambulance.
"Come with us." The guy says pulling me up into the ambulance. The sirens are turned on and they rush to the emergency room.
"What's his blood pressure?" One guy asks.
"62 over 38. We're losing him." I sit as far away from them as possible. Tears streaming down my face.
I get a call from Ryan. I answer.
"Why the hell are the police at our house? Why do I hear sirens?"
"Jonathan... he... he attempted suicide."
I look over at my best friend. It's hard to see what they're doing to him.
"Shit..."
I hang up the phone without saying goodbye.
I turn my attention back to what's happening in the ambulance.
"Hold pressure on the exit wound!"
"We need to stop the bleeding!"
Everything is too much for me. I close my eyes until we get to the hospital. I watch as they hurry him inside. I try to follow, but they take him back to emergency surgery. About five minutes later, Ohm enters the waiting room.
"You okay?" He asks and I shake my head.
"It was my gun, Ryan."
"It's not your fault." I hold my head in my hands.
"He hasn't spoken a word in weeks! He never got out of bed unless he had to go to the bathroom. He stared at the good damn wall for days on end! The signs were there!" I end up yelling at the end. I don't mean to yell, but it just came out. Ryan pulls me into a hug.
"It's going to be okay. No matter what happens."

((Time skip-16 hours later))

I wake up curled up in a hospital chair. Ryan is asleep next to me. I feel empty. Jonathan has been in surgery for a long time. My phone beeps and I check the messages.

Wildcat: what's going on? I heard something happened to Delirious.

C: He attempted suicide.

W: omg is he okay

C: Idk

Jonathan-
"W-where am I?" I ask knowing no one is here.
I look around at my surroundings. I'm in Evan's and my house. Soft sunlight is shining through the windows casting a whitish glow on everything. I realize I'm standing and immediately become more confused. I was paralyzed from the waist down because of the accident. How can I be standing? I touch the back of my head and look at my hand. There's no blood. What?
"Jonathan?" I turn quickly and back up when I hear the voice behind me. I feel terror engulf me. "What are you doing here?"
"Evan? Is that you?" I take a step forward even though I feel uneasy.
"Yeah it's me. What are you doing here?"
My confusion is on overload. I try to remember what happened.
"I- I don't..." Evan comes over to me and hugs me tight.
"It's okay, Jonathan. You're safe."
Safe? I shot myself... I should be dead. Wait... Evan died in the crash.
"I'm dead, aren't I?" Evan has a slight look of sadness.
"I think you should see something." He says while offering his hand. I reluctantly take it and the scene changes. We are at the entrance to the hospital.