After I changed into my old clothes. I ran over to find my phone. I screamed for help but nobody was here I just remembered that. I called 9-1-1 and a female voice answered.
"911 what's your emergency?"
"Hi, my name is Y/N Y/L/N. I'm at the mall in the lingerie store on the second floor. On XX-XX street and my friend, he hit his head hard! There is blood everywhere! I need help. Omg! Is he going to die?!" I said hysterically
"Miss I need you to calm down. We can't do anything if your in this state. Now help is on the way. I need you to stay on the phone with me until paramedics arrive. Okay?"
I couldn't say anything else I just whispered "uh-hm"As soon as paramedics arrived and they got his head bandaged. We were on the way to the hospital. He was so pale and there was almost no color in his face. I grabbed his hand and it wasn't as warm as he usually was.
We pull up to the hospital and get him into a room. They did tests then I had to go to the waiting room. After about an hour Dr. Park came out not looking up from his clipboard. "Ms. Y/L/N?"
My head shot up and I stood up in the same motion. "Yes, is my friend okay?"
"Miss, Mr. Kim is in a coma. I'm sorry."
" Oh God! W-when w-w-will he? " I couldn't finish my sentence because I broke down crying .
"We don't know how long he will be like this. He is lucky to be alive." Dr. Park said~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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