The Brothers

MICHELA!

Lean on me, when you're not strong

And I'll be your friend

I'll help you carry on

For it won't be long

'Til I'm gonna need

Somebody to lean on

         Nicholas was on his couch with his siblings and they were watching television. He heard his ringer going off and checked to see it was Michela: Mickey!!... Nicholas smiled and immediately picked up: (Michela is in bold)

"Hey-"

"He-help,"

        Nicholas frowned while his siblings and Brandon looked at him in confusion

"Are you okay??"

"I...I'm in front of...front of the Tennis...the tennis thing...help,"

        Nicholas got up, still on the phone, and started putting his shoes on. He has never heard Michela sound so weak and ill.

"Mickey, you are scaring me...what's wrong,"

"Blood...so much blood,"

        Nicholas' eyes widened. He turned to Justin and mouthed: "Get Jesse and Brandon out of the room," Justin's eyes widened but quickly did so, of course, Jesse and Brandon protested. Once they were out, Nicholas continued the talk.

"WHOSE BLOOD?!"

"I...I...help,"

        Nicholas finally got both shoes on and his keys.

"I'm on my way! Is it your blood?"

"I...Think so,"

        Nicholas felt fear climbing up his throat as his muscles tensed and he felt horrified...he has never felt anything like this before. Justin raced down the stairs, he saw his brother's expression and knew something bad happened. Nicholas started leaving and gestured to Justin to stay and watch over the boys. Justin could barely nod.

"Oh my god, what happened?"

"I...I can't think,"

"Stay with me Michela, I just left the house."

        When Nicholas didn't get a response, he feared for the worse. He sprinted to his car, making sure the call he had with Michela was still going on and immediately turned it on. He probably broke some sort of speeding rule and will most likely get a ticket...but all he could think of was his best friend is injured.

A few minutes later

        Nicholas pulled to an abrupt stop and felt all the air get knocked out of his breath when he saw his best friend on the floor, barely conscious. Nicholas sprinted over to her and collapsed at her side.

        "Mickey...can you hear me?"

        He felt like he couldn't breathe. He felt his throat start to close up as tears threatened to fall. Nicholas, even though he felt like he was dreaming, picked up Michela from the floor and out of the pool of blood that was glistening on the floor, and ran back to his car. He buckled her in the passenger's seat after tying his shirt on her stomach over the bleeding injury. He sped down the street and to the nearest hospital. He burst through the doors and looked around widely, Michela securely in his hands.