"Gee!" i shouted. No response. "Gerard." i said still quite loud.
People were getting out of their cars, and rushing to where I am.
"Are you okay?" someone, a girl, asked me frantically. Someone behind her was on their phone, probably(hopefully) calling 911.
I hadn't noticed before, but my arm was killing me. "My arm." I said trying to lift it. That caused me to flinch in pain.
"Okay. Don't move. You were shouting someones name. Who?" She asked.
"My friend, he was driving.
"Well, emergency personnel are on their way. Just hold tight."
It felt like hours until the firetrucks, police cars, and ambulances came. Firemen had to cut Gerard out of what remained of the car. I was seated in the back of the ambulance where they examined it, and wrapped it in a makeshift sling. Finally, they rushed Gerard into the ambulance on a stretcher.
Immediately they hooked him up to some machines. I just sat there, and stared at him. He didn't even look human.
I remembered the last time I was in an ambulance. Sitting next to Gerard as he sat staring at Frank. Now I know it felt like to be in that position. Except Gerard would have been looking at a Frank that was still breathing. Now I was looking at him, and his chest wasn't rising and falling as it should.
To be continued...
I feel so evil leaving all these dramatic endings. Anyway, comments please.
