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-forty two-

"Well I'm gonna go and walk to the donut shop across the street and get some donuts. Do you want any?" Joseph says.

I nod my head.

"Chocolate cake donut please." I say.

"Okay. Be back in 5."

Joseph says goodbye then walks out of the hospital.

I don't really think he wanted donuts.

I think he just wanted an excuse to get out of here for a little.

I can't blame him.

We've been here for two days.

I sit in silence for about 20 minutes before I start to get worried.

The donut shop is right across the street, getting a donut shouldn't take 20 minutes.

I decide to go and see if he's okay.

After what I've been through, I can't help but to expect the worst.

I walk outside to see sirens and a huge crowd.

Someone is being pushed into the hospital on a stretcher.

I move over so they can get it through.

They push the person frantically passed me.

They go quickly but I was able to catch a glimpse of the persons' face.

My knees give out and I fall onto the pavement.

I don't know what to do.

I think I screamed, but I'm not sure.

The tears start rushing down my face.

I curl up into a tiny ball on the pavement.

People started asking me if I knew the person who was hit.

But I couldn't answer.

I was sobbing uncontrollably.

I was crying harder than ever before.

More than I cried when it happened.

Joseph was with me when it happened.

He kept me sane.

But now he's gone.

Along with my sanity.