Falling In Love With The Douche

Part 11

        I walked with a skip in my step over to Toms house. I am so excited to tell him the wonderful news. When I am walking down his road I stop in my tracks and let out a scream- almost like one that you would hear in a horror movie.

        Down the road all you could see was a blood covered Tom, and a car stopped in front of him. After I managed to snap out of the shock of seeing my boyfriend dead on the road I sprinted as quick as my little skinny legs could carry me.

        Once I had reached him I knelled down affront of his chest and flinched at the pain from falling so hard and fast. Tears are now streaming down my cheeks and onto his pale and lifeless body. "TOM!" I screamed, knowing all to well that he couldn't hear me. My heart physically hurt as I shook him, in desperate hopes to make him come back to life.

        It felt like time had gone by so fast when the unknown suspect started to frantically drive away. I had to catch the person who did this to Tom, but how? As they rushed down the road I blinked back my tears and maintain a calm attitude. At the very last second, before the man or woman turns the corner out of my sight I memorize the licence plate. TRXYE1 (A/N If you get this reference you rock!) I make a quick mental note. I have to keep calm, for Tom's sake... wiping away the last couple tears and think to myself Okay Han, just keep it cool do it for Tom.

        My hand reached out to grab Tom's and I frowned as I took his pulse, which my sister Yuki taught me to do. Nothing no pulse what so ever. But I'm not giving up that easy. I waved my hand over his nose and mouth to check if he was breathing. Again, nothing. A sob escaped my mouth, I'm still not done... I am defiantly not doing CPR, that won't work in this case. But I reach into my -his sweater and reach out my phone.

        "H-Hello 911?" I speak with an almost-calm tone.

        "Yes, what is your emergency?" The voice that I received on the other end was confident and proud, which made me feel better, but obviously not fully relived.

        "Yeah I would like to report a car accident, my boyfriend got hit and the person who hit him drove away. But I have the licence plate number.."

        "Okay, what is your name?" She asked me still sounding as confident as ever.

        "My name is Hanano, but everyone calls me Han." I say, than I regret it. Why would I tell her my nickname?

        "Okay Han where are you right now?"

        "I'm on Epicness boulevard, you wont miss me." (A/N Don't judge me.)

        "Okay we will be there very soon."

        The line is cut off by the operator and soon enough I can hear sirens and horns in the near distance. After what feels like forever a fire truck, an ambulance, and a police car are all rushing down the street and a rush of relief spills over me.

        A man from the Ambulance hops out and asks me "Where are his parents?"

        "They aren't home." I say worriedly.

        "Than would you like to come to the hospital? We need somebody there to tell us what happened." He says with a concerned look.

        "Of course!" I say without thinking and hop in the ambulance. A few people had come out of their houses and one of Tom's neighbours came up to us and agreed to come along for moral support, since she was my neighbour too. Also she is a family friend.

        On the ride the doctor professionally tool Tom's pulse and told me that he was still barley alive, yet he was unconscious. If they could get him to the ER they could save him. But they would have to act fast.

        Once we arrived at the hospital two of the doctors rushed Tom into the hospital and another one accompanied me and my neighbour to the waiting room. Where we sat for about five hours talking about what had happened to the nurses.

        I got my neighbour- Mrs Curtain (A/N Yup :)) to call my mom and let her know what had happened. Soon as she also arrived and I had to explain to her what had fully happened. At the fifth hour A nurse came out and told us to go home and come back in the morning. Tom had a 50/50 chance of making it and either way they wanted to speak to his parents in the morning- Uh Oh...

        So we left... only to let fate decide whether my little douche will make it or not....