I was half way there, it must have been around 11:30pm when I fell to my knees on the sidewalk and slapped to the ground, my vision blurring. When a car was driving by, an 18 year old stepped out of the car. I didn't notice who he was so I tried to get up to run away, but he grabbed me, I fell to the sidewalk again my legs weak, unable to keep me standing. He flipped my arm around him and picked me up, carrying me to the car. I moaned when he set me in the car as my shoulder hit the side. I couldn't bring myself to find enough strength to scream. All I could do was go limp and let him take me away. I was still awake, I watched as the road went by faster and faster. Or that's what it looked like, my head was messing with me after I fell and hit my head on a mail box earlier. The car stopped at the hospital. I looked around there weren't any cars there except one which must have been the doctor. The man stepped out of the car and walked to the other side where I wad sitting. I looked up at him and managed to get a few words out,
"Who... are you?" I asked, my voice shaking. He didn't answer just picked me up out of the car. I moaned again. He ran for intrance to the hospital with me in his arms.
"Help!" He called for the doctor. The doctor came walking through the door.
"Oh dear!" The doctor exclaimed.
"Bring her back to a room." The doctor ordered.
The man carried me to one of the rooms. I managed to get out a scream. I HATE hospitals!! I started fidgeting in his arms.
"NO! Take me home!" I screamed.
The man walked away from the hospital bed with me still in his arms. "I will NOT go in there!" I spat.
"Put me down!" I ordered.
He walked me out to the parking lot. "You've lost far too much blood!" I glared at him,
"I dont need help from you!" I said sternly.
I turned around and stepped forward, but quickly fell to the pavement. He picked me up again.
"You need help, whether you like it or not." He told me.
"Just....... take me home." I ordered.
He sighed, and carried me to the car. He purposely hit my left hand on the side of the car. I moaned, glaring at him. He smiled back and shut the door. I turned watching him climb in the car. I was exhausted from my little fight a minute ago. But found the strength to say something,
"If you d-dont take me home...... i-ill roll out of this c-car." I threatened.
"Ill take you home!" He told me. He had me write down the address, I did. Then I fell asleep sitting in the car. I was just slightly awake when I felt someone pick me up and carried me to a door and rang the bell. Yes! I was home! The door swung open.
"Casey!" A voice came from the house.
"You really need to keep an eye on her, she almost died!" He told Drake.
he handed me over to Drake.
"Thank you." He said. Then closed the door, he ran me into the bedroom and set me in the bed. I rolled out cutting my arm on the side. Last thing I remembered .... hitting my head on the desk..... then it all went dark.
