3 months later.
I rolled over to a sleeping Aleks. He'd been sleeping in my room since Spencer died. I couldn't stand to sleep alone. A wave of nausea washed over me and I jumped up and ran for the bathroom.
I felt a hand on my back as I wretched over the toilet. "You alright?" He mumbled, sleepily. I shook my head and he knealt beside me, rubbing small comforting circles into my hoodie.
My head throbbed and a stabbing pain shot through my body, starting at my stomach. I collapsed against the side of the bathtub and everything went black.
Aleks' POV.
My head cleared it's self as soon as she hit the floor. "J-jase!" I managed to choke out. I ran to get my phone, grabbed it off the bedside table, and dialed 911. After about five minutes of studdering and yelling, the ambulance was on their way. I lifted Jasey and brought her to the couch, laying her down just as I heard the sirens. I met them at the door.
They lifted her onto a stretcher, strapped an oxygen mask to her face, and loaded her into the back of the ambulance. Tears met my cheeks as the door slammed closed.
I ran back inside for my keys, found them, and raced out to the car. The truck was already gone. I drove straight to the hospital, calling Ryan and Brendon on the way. They had been out on the date, but I'm sure they didn't mind being interupted for THIS. The closer I got to the hospital the harder it was to breathe. "What if's" and "How come's" filled my brain. I didn't know what was happening or what was going to happen. I parked in the first open parking spot I saw and ran to the Emergency Room doors.
"Jasey Smith?" I shouted out of breath at a nurse behind a cold metal desk.
"Uhm...are you a relative?" She questioned."No, I'm her best friend. Is she okay?"
"We can't release any information to non relatives." She explained.
"She doesn't have any FUCKING relatives," I growled. "Tell me if she's oh-fucking-kay."
I didn't notice Ryan and Brendon come through the sliding doors until a firm hand grabbed my shoulder.
"Aleks, go sit down. I'll take care of it." Brendon whispered. I nodded and followed Ryan over to the pukey green chairs."I'm Brendon Urie, I'm Jasey's brother. Can you tell me if my sister is okay?" Brendon lied.
Ryan and I exchanged a look as the nurse began to answer.
"We can't be sure of anything yet..."
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2 comments:
nice blog. very cool.
you don't know me, and i don't know you either. one day i just randomly found your blog and was like "hey, this is a cool blog." so yeah, there ya have it.
wow.
that's really fucking intense.
GIMME MOAR!
:O!
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