✓ | 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. ( ʷʰʸ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵉ )

eight

"what was that?" corbyn asked zach, throwing his phone across the couch and sprinting towards the bathroom. 

corbyn rattled the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. 

"daniel? are you okay?!" zach banged on the door as jonah and jack came running down the small steps in their home. 

"what's going on?" jack asked, visibly confused. 

"stand back." jonah stated, all four boys obeying him.

he pressed his back against the door and smashed his elbow into it, the door flinging open. 

"DANIEL!" corbyn screamed, pushing his friends aside and kneeling down beside the boy laying in a pool of his own blood. 

"CALL THE GOD DAMN HOSPITAL, ZACH." jonah demanded.

"you're going to be okay, dani. just hang in there." the blonde sobbed.

jack sat near the two as he grabbed daniel's wrist and pushed his fingers against the bloody scar, trying to stop the bleeding. 

"oh, god, that's deep." jack said, taken back. 

"hello? 911?.."

"how deep?" corbyn desperately asked, wanting to know if his best friend would be okay.

"b-bone.. deep."  jack hesitated.

"dani, please. stay with us." corbyn pleaded.

"check his pulse." jonah said, shoving his phone into his pocket after contacting the police.

he knelt down and firmly pressed his hand against the boy's chest.

"barely breathing." the brunette stated, trying to be as serious as he could.

corbyn's heart beat quickened.

sirens were heard outside. then knocks on their front door. 

zach flung open the door as three doctors came in with a stretcher. 

the three boys quickly got up from the bloody bathroom floor and ran to where zach was standing, all hugging each other. 

"did you know?"