It was a plain cloudy day in London. I went to the bas stop. I was crossing the road. Suddenly, I felt I was being pushed. I fell on the cold road. I was angry. I turned around and saw the boy on the floor, which was bleeding. The car hit him. When I looked at him closer, it was my best friend Cameron: He pushed me, that I might not be hit by a car. He sacrificed himself. I should be on that place.
"Cameron, Cameron". I ran towards him. I felt a huge pain in the chest and in the heart. Immediately the police came and the abulance. I went with Cameron. He was unconscious. We came to the emergency room. We were met by the doctors. I had to wait before the operating room. They had to operate him. I could not forgive myself. The police man jerked me out of my mind. He questioned me things about the accident. I told him everything. an a old lady sat next to me.
Suddenly the doctor came ot of the operating room. He said he had bad news.
"Cameron has one more day to live". His words hurt me, I was in shock I had to sit down. I cried. Everything would be defferent, that he not pushed me. The nurse told me that I can walk into a room where was Cameron. I saw him he was covered in bruises and red eyes. He turned to me. As soon as he turned his eyes to me and I felt pain in my heart. He does not deserve to die. I took a deep breath. I closed the door and sat on his bed. Tubes were in his hands. On the ECG was visible that his heart rate is weak and could be hard breathing. He don't deserve that. It's my fault. I felt tears in my eyes. That was very painful.
"Don't cry because of me". He loughed while the tears flowed down his cheeks. At that moment I wished that I was in that bed. I sobbed while my tears choked me. I felt a strong hand on my.
"Hay do not cry, it's not your fault". He said
" I am not wrong you should not lie in that bed. I should. I started cry even more.
"Hay it's good. You don't have to cry". I couldn's stop my tears. Suddenly he began to talk. We started to remember our childhood. He coughed and breathed his last breath, he looked at me and said his last words.
"I love you". I screamed. His heart stopped. The doctors couldn't do anything.
He's dead, he's gone. The next day was the funeral. It was hart to go there, but I still went. I recalled yesterday. How he looked at me. How he told me. How he was waving with his hands as he recounted . Makeing wired faces, then he breathed his last breath. ECG is started abnormally fast work. And suddenly, just suddey he stopped. At the end of funeral, I stayed and said".
" I love you too. I promise you I'll visit you soon."
