Saving Hawk

Chapter 1

Imagining your own death is hard. Seeing someone's death is impossible. Would you be able to just stand by and witness it; or would you do something to help? I don't remember why I was where I was that day. I needed to do something and at this moment; I don't remember what happened months ago. I just knew I had to be where I was and I thank what higher power there is that I was. Because, in that moment—that small indescribable moment; he needed a hero.

The noise of my car door slamming echoed through the concrete parking garage in the high end part of the metro area. I looked around making sure I had everything I needed and clicked the lock button on my key fob. I moved to the back of the vehicle looking up and around my surroundings. I saw it then, the very ominous looking blacked out lifted Dodge Citadel. My feet carried me closer, admiring the very sleek and sexy vehicle. There was a pit in my stomach as I drew closer to it, but I figured it was because I was hungry but now I know how dumb I really was for thinking that. I held in a breath as I could finally see through the front windshield and saw him inside.

Everything in me stopped at that moment. I knew I had seen the vehicle before, it was Hawk Ashton's. The major celebrity in our little area of the mountain community we lived in. I moved closer finally taking in the idea of what I was seeing, then noticing the red foam that had settled around his mouth. I ran to the driver's door, amazed as it popped open with the jolt of the door handle. The empty bottle of Whiskey fell from his hand and the pills stayed collected on his lap.

"Hey, can you hear me?" I whispered unsure if I should touch him at all. As his eyes weakly focused on me, I realized what I had come upon. "Oh God..."

"L-l-l..." He couldn't even speak.

"Did you just do this?" I spoke a little louder drawing his glazed expression. "Come on, yes or no, did you just take the pills?"

He weakly nodded as more drool and foam trickled from his mouth and as I dialed 911. There wasn't a hospital for nearly fifty miles and I knew I'd just get the closed cop car that would come.

"911, what is your emergency?" The gentle voice asked and I immediately recognized it.

"Well beautiful sister of mine, I need you to send me whoever is available with as much activated charcoal that can be found. I found someone who is trying to overdose..." I explained as I heard her fiercely type on her keyboard.

"I have two squads going to your location now. They should have enough in their kits to help." She explained as I gazed back at Hawk. He looked miserable and I couldn't even begin to imagine the hell that was going through his head. She stayed on the phone listening to me gently talk to him as I heard the sirens near.

The cops skidded their cars to a halt and came running to me with their emergency bags in hand. They didn't even have to say anything, they opened them and handed me what I needed. "Okay, so this is going to taste nasty but it will bind with all the toxins in your stomach." I explained and put the bottle to his mouth. I had quickly dumped both containers the officers had into the bottle of water from my bag.

He fought me. Of course he fought me, but I held the back of his neck and put the bottle into his mouth as he cried. "Hawk, quit fighting me. Drink it!" my words drew a slight jump from his body as he wrapped his lips around the bottle and drank it before he coughed which sent the black liquid flying.

"We have a chopper on the way." The one officer spoke as the charcoal water hit me but I continued to force Hawk to drink it. His cries of anguish continued as the only thing to save him started to settle.

"We need to get him out of the car. There's a good chance that he might start to throw up and I know he doesn't want that vomit in here." I spoke as I moved to take his hands. He tore them from my grasp and tried to push me away.

"Hawk Ryan Ashton, knock it off. Do you want to throw up in this vehicle? The charcoal is going to make you want to throw up soon and if you are not out of the car you will throw up all over it." I explained as an officer gently took hold of his arm helping him out of the car. He only made it a few steps before he doubled over and the black sludge erupted from his mouth.

Hefell to his hands and knees, as his body continued to react to the charcoal andget the toxins out. I knelt by him, not worried about the puke getting on me,no, I only cared that this was at the moment working. And by the time themed-flight EMT's arrived, Hawk was pushed into my chest as he sobbed.