Headed Back to the Past [discontinued]

Ch 21 || Men In Black

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Tays P.O.V

"Johnny?" I then ran up to him. He looked pale and sickly "Johnny, what happened?" I asked, but all I got in response was a groan, he was also covered in dirt, looked like he had beaten pretty severely by the Socs. I examined him for cuts and found a large deep one that had dirt and mud smeared all over it and looked on the brink of infection "Damnit Johnny" I slowly pulled him up he was heavy and couldn't walk properly. Although he was twig skinny (@coco45687 ) he was a lot heavier than he looked, so it took a few tries to haul him up, I need to get him to the hospital. When I pulled him over my shoulder he threw up, the sudden movement I thought "Your okay, your gonna be okay" I repeated more to comfort myself than him, he probably won't even remember this. I stumbled under his weight as I made my way to the payphone; there was no way I was going to walk to the hospital with him over my shoulder. I slowly lowered him onto the ground leaning up against the booth I walked inside and stared at the phone Shit, how do I use one of these, after a few minutes of staring at it I figured out enough to call 911 and get an ambulance, yes it wasn't an emergency. Still, as I said before I wasn't going to carry him to the hospital, and I didn't want to call Darry or Dally or Two-Bit or something, I was already a bother to them anyway. I shoved a quarter into the slot and turned the dial; 9-1-1

"9-1-1 Whats your emergency" came the voice of a lady on the other line.

"My friend got beaten up real bad, and his cuts are infected," I said quite quickly now realising what the hell was happening "Okay, where are you?" the lady asked, I looked around for street signs. "On the corner of Pickett and Sutton," I said "Okay we'll have an ambulance there shorty" she hung up, I sighed and went back to Johnny. He didn't look any better, and there was nothing I could do, and I wasn't precisely the comforting type, after a short. At the same time, I saw flashing blue and red lights in the distance, hey hauled Johnny on a stretcher I rode with him in the vehicle, they strapped thing in him and on him I couldn't keep up"Is he gonna be okay?" I asked one of the men, he chuckled

"I can't promise anything," he said When we got to the hospital, the wheeled him away I was going to follow him, but the guy stopped me "You can't come, we'll tell you the minute something happens, just sit down" I reluctantly sat down, fiddling with my fingers.

"Please be okay" I mumbled, after a while, a doctor came out I piped up, and we walked over to me "WHats happening is he okay."

"We will know more when he wakes up," he said his accent was thick. I let out a breath of air I didn't even know I was holding not dead yet "Is there anyone you can call his parents?" I scoffed at his question "Or friends, family?" I looked down "Yeah I suppose" I mumbled, "Wheres your phone?" I asked, and he pointed next to the reception desk I stood up and flipped through the phone book. I scanned through every page I didn't know how phone books worked; eventually, I found the Curtis' number and dialled it.