The world stood still as the EMTs swarmed the scene. They kept pushing me away, telling me I had to let go. They took over and put him up on the stretcher. That's when I hear it, "He's not breathing!" the buzz of paddles being charged mixes in with the chaos of the crowd.
It shouldn't have been him. This was all my idea! I told him to stay, not follow me. Oh, but he was ever so courageous and loyal, always looking out for me. My reckless behavior, the direct opposite of who he was. I had never considered the killer would go after those I care about. It never occurred to me that others would be harmed, never knew that another would pay the price for the risk I took.
It stopped. Nothing made sense. Why were they leaving him on the stretcher!? They need to save him!
Someone gently leads me to another ambulance. The EMTs check my vitals, shining lights in my eyes and asking em meaningless questions. Why weren't they saving him? The detective, our friend and confidant in all this, came over. He's speaking to me but I can't hear him, it's like I'm underwater. "Heart.....-ouldn't sav-....-oo lat-....."
I just stared. He spoke in slow motion.. "They couldn't save him. He's dead."
I felt like a train hit me. Those last words.... he's dead.... Then the world came rushing back. All the noises, the sirens, talking, talking talking, radios, it was all too much.
My world cracked. Reality hit. My best friend, come to think of it, he was really my only friend. i had aquiantances, but no one really close. Since childhood... gone. Forever. Never coming back....
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