There was Jeremy, lying on the floor of the bathroom, covered in blood. Mike was too petrified to speak. No words came out. Only sobs. He rushed over to Jeremy.
"I-It's okay, Jere. I-I'm gonna get you to a hospital... don't worry." Mike said, holding Jeremy in his arms, trembling. Mike noticed something odd. A bloody knife was lying in the bath tub, and the bathroom window was wide open. Mike just carried Jeremy in his arms to the hospital.
He wrapped Jeremy in a blanket and held him close, whispering to him.
"It's gonna be okay, hang in there..."
"Almost there, Jere..."
"I love you, don't leave me..."
When Mike got Jeremy to the hospital, Jeremy was immediately rushed into surgery.
Mike just paced around the waiting room.
Worried. Scared.
Who DID that to Jeremy? WHY did they do it? Would Jeremy survive? Mike wondered these things, until a doctor walked over to him.
"Sir, are you Michael Schmidt?" he asked. Mike looked at the doctor, nervously.
"Y-Yeah. Is Jeremy okay?" Mike asked. The doctor started walking away.
"Follow me." he said.
