-Johnnys POV-
"What? What happened?!"
"It was a head on collision. The driver and two passengers are alive, but in critical condition."
"Okay, I'm on my way." I hang up and put my phone back in my pocket.
"Tyler! Wake up, we gotta go!" I shake him awake.
"What? What's wrong Johnny?"
"Danny, Dylan, and Jorel got in a car accident. They're at the hospital. Go wake up Matt, I'll get Jordon."
"Okay." He quickly walks out of the room. I run a hand through my hair and go to Jordons room. He's not there. Must be downstairs. I take the stairs three at a time. Hes' passed out on the couch.
"Jordon! Get up!" I push him off the couch.
"Ugh, what the fuck?"
"Get up! Danny, Jorel, and Dylan are at the hospital! They were in a car accident!" That seems to sober him up.
"Holy shit! What the fuck happened?"
"I'll let you know in the car." I go over to the stairs. "HURRY UP GUYS!" Tyler and Matt come running down the stairs. We pile into the car and I start the drive to the hospital. I know I'm driving too fast but I'm freaking the fuck out inside.
"So what the fuck happened Johnny?" asks Jordon.
"They were in a head on collision and all three of them are in critical condition."
"Fuck..."
Suddenly a siren goes off and theres flashing lights behind us.
"Fuck!" I yell. I pull over and wait for the officer to come over. I can hear Tyler crying a bit. He's trying to be quiet.
I roll down my window as the officer nears my side of the car.
"Are you aware of how fast you were driving this vehicle?"
"Honestly, yes. I know I was speeding. But right now I could care fucking less! We're trying to get to the hospital. So if you could please just cut to the chase, ask for the vehicles fucking registration and my liscense I would be so fucking appreciative." God, I should not have done that. He's totally pissed now.
"Sir, do you have your drivers liscense with you?"
"Actual'y, no. I don't. If you hadn't noticed I'm wearing pajama pants. And I left my wallet at home."
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the car."
I open the door and get out. "Sorry, guys." Jordons got his arm around Ty - trying to comfort him. It doesnt appear to be working. I lean over to Tyler and whisper, "It's going to be okay, I promise." into his ear. I hope I can keep that promise.
"I don't suppose you three have any ID either?"
"Actually, I do." Jordon pulls his wallet from his pocket and shows the officer his drivers liscense.
"Have any of you been drinking tonight?"
"Jordon has, but I haven't, Tylers too young to drink, and Matt's been at home all night. Can you please move this along! We have to get to the hospital! I'm sorry for being sassy and for speeding and all that but please!"
Ty's not holding up well. He's obviously freaking out. Can't this stupid officer realize we have to get going?!
"Fine, I'll write you up a ticket and you can get going. I'll put it onto Mr. Terrel since he's got his ID. I also need your vehicles registration. You may reenter the vehicle."
I get the registration from the glove box and hand it over. Jordon murmers something to Tyler. He nods pulls his knees up to his chest.
It's an eternity before the officer finishes writing the ticket.
"Thank you."
"Don't let anyone catch you speeding again or else you may not get away without being taken to the station."
"Okay, we won't officer."
I turn back onto the road.
***at the hospital***
I go to the front desk. Theres a young woman sitting behind it.
"Hello, how can I help you?"
"I'm looking for Daniel Murillo, Dylan Alvarez, and Jorel Decker."
"Go straight down that way and take the yellow elevator up to the third floor. There's another desk and the woman there will be able to tell you exactly where they are at the moment."
"Thank you. Come on guys." I lead the way to the elevator and up to the third floor. At the desk I again ask where Dylan, Jorel, and Danny are.
"Follow me. Mr. Alvarez is still in the ER, Mr. Murillo and Mr. Decker recently came out. Neither has regained conscousness yet but they are stable." She leads us through the maze of hallways to a medium sized waiting area. Yet another woman is there.
"This is Alice, she can take two of you at a time to see Mr. Murillo and Mr. Decker."
"Thank you." The lady walks back the way we came.
"Jordon, you and Ty go in first. Me and Matt'll go after."
Jordon nods and Alice takes them through a door and then they're gone. I take a seat and try to decide who to call first. I start by calling Dylans family, since he seems to be in the worst condition. I then call Danny and Jorels family. Once that's taken care of I go on Twitter to see if anyone's found out yet. If they haven't then I'm not saying anything until Dylan's stable.
"Hey Johnny, look at this."
Matt's got the news on. They're reporting about the accident.
"A tragic accident has occured here tonight. A suicide done in an extremely destructive manner nearly killed three men. Here's Jeordie Robson with the full story."
"At around 12:45 Dylan Alvarez, Daniel Murillo, and Jorel Decker left The Indigo. After they left the club they turned onto the highway. At 1:05 Aron Erlichman - going the opposite direction - swerved into the oncoming traffic. It was a head on collision. When paramedics pulled Erlichman from the reck there was a note in his pocket - a suicide note - police have not yet released what it said in the note. The crash left Mr. Decker, Murillo, Erlichman and Alvarez in near fatal condition. When we know more we'll let you know. Back to you, Carol."
I'm stunned. Aron tried to kill himself. Wait a second...they said that no one died...that means that he's probably here too.
"Oh god, Aron. I can't believe he did that!" exclaims Matt.
"Neither can I. That's intense. He's probably at this hospital. You know, he came to The Indigo. Him and Jordon had a fight. Jordon ended up punching him in the jaw and Aron told Jordon that he still loves him. I asked Jordon if he still loved Aron...He didn't give me a proper answer."
"Damn..."
Ty and Jordon come through the door.
"Our turn." I get up and follow Alice - or whatever her name is - to Danny and Jorels room.
"Their room is right through here. Let me know when you're ready to go back." I push through the door.
Danny and Jorel are lying in hospital beds directly across from eachother. They both look so bad. Multiple casts each, bruises, cuts, and scratches all over. I go over to Jorel first. I sit next to his bed. I'm hesitant to take his hand. He looks so fragile - so breakable. I end up with my hand resting slightly above his.
"I'm sorry, Jorel. This is my fault. I should've done more to help Aron...I saw him...I fucking saw him! I could've helped him!" Finally the tears come. They fall down my cheeks and into my lap. Slightly darkening spots on my pants. This is too much. How the hell did this even happen? How is this fucking possible?
Out of the corner of my eye I see Matt leave with Alice. I get up and go over to Danny.
"Danny..."
"Hey."
"The fuck?! How long have you been awake?"
"What no; "Oh Danny! I'm so glad youre alive! I'm so glad you pulled through for I missed you so!"
"How the fucking hell are you able to be looking like this and still able to be making jokes and shit?"
"Painkillers would be my guess."
"Oh, that would explain it."
"And, it's not your fault Johnny. You weren't driving either of the cars - you weren't even in one of the cars. If you want to blame someone then blame Aron. But I am not pointing any fingers." I could've helped him...
"You want me to get a nurse or doctor or whatever?"
"Not yet. Where's Dylan?"
"Still in surgery. Apparently he got hit the hardest."
"...Tyler here yet?"
"No, should he be?"
"Matt's getting him. This shit is really fucking with his emotions. And that's on top of teenage hormones and all that."
"Yea...Jordon hasn't left his side since we found out."
Jorel groans and opens his eyes. I go back to him.
"Hey J. Good news! You didn't die you little shit!"
"Good to see you too, fucker."
Ty comes in with Alice.
"I'm going to get the doctor. I'll be back in a moment." She clicks off. God those shoes are annoying.
"Hey Ty." says Danny.
"Danny! You're awake!"
"Fucking hell I am!" Sometimes I find it hard to believe that Ty's 16 and not 10. Didn't he say that he can't remember his first 6 years?
"I was so worried Danny."
"No love for me?"
"You're awake, too!"
"Yup. Though Danny's got bragging rights for wakin' up first."
"You can't have bragging rights for waking up after being in a fucking car crash you little freaks!" I say. "I'm going to get Matt. If either of you fuckers dies while I'm gone I will carve a picture of a penis on your grave stone." With that I go into the hall and get a nurse to help me find my way back to the waiting room. I send Matt back in and take a seat across from Jordon.
"Do you know?"
"Know what?"
"Who was driving the car that hit theirs."
"No. Who?"
"First off you should know that the person was comitting suicide but is still alive."
"Who did it?!"
"Aron."
"What? But...He..."
"I know."
"So...he tried to kill himself...because of me?" He's got that deer in the headlights look on his face.
"Maybe not directly because of you..."
"Fuck...Fuck!Fuck!Fuck! I can't believe he would go and do that!"
"He did come and say goodbye...sort of." The realization of the fact that Aron made sure to tell him how he felt stretches over his face. "He's still alive, don't forget that."
"Fuck Johnny, what am I supposed to do?!"
"I...I honestly don't know Jordon. I'm no good with relationships. I think you should have a calm conversation with him. Wait 'til he's out of the hospital then call him. He want's things to be okay between the two of you but you're not letting that happen. That's all Aron's been wanting for months! The rest of us kept moving but you've been stuck in the past! You may think you've moved on but you haven't! You don't talk to us, you keep everything all bottled up! You think that if you ignore it long enough it'll go away. And guess what Jordon, sometimes things do disappear if you ignore them! Aron tried to fucking KILL HIMSELF!"
"Johnny I-"
"Don't talk to me Jordon." I get up. "I'm going for a walk." I walk out the door to the elevator and go back down to the main floor. I head outside and just go. I don't know where I'm going. I just need to blow off some steam. And to top it off its raining.
Eventually I come across a small park. It's a childrens park but has a few picnic tables around the outside. I sit down at one. 'Im soaked. Pj pants and a tshirt are not good clothes for this weather. Why does Jordon have to be so stubborn? Why does it take a fucking tragedy to get him to open his eyes and see just how much he's hurting people? Fuck.
"Um, excuse me, are you okay?" I look up and see a young woman.
"I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Nope."
"How about you come over to my place and dry off for a bit? It's not far."
"No thanks...My friends are probably worried. I should go back to them." I don't understand why but I dont trust her.
"Well then at least let me give you a ride!"
"No, no. My friends aren't far. Thanks for the offer though." I get up and start quickly walking away. I hear footsteps hitting the wet pavement behind me. I pick up the pace a little and they quicken too. Something is pulled out of a bag and theres a sudden sharp pain in my shoulder.
"AH, FUCK!" Adrenaline pumps through me and I start running. I think I'm going back the way I came but I have no idea. I can barely see ten feet in front of me. My shoulder feels warm and my fingers are tingling. The realization that if I don't get help I could bleed out dawns on me. I don't want to die. I can't die. I have to be here for my friends. I can't...can't...
I stumble and fall hard. I can feel the warm blood all down my back. I'm going to die. I know it. And there's nothing I can do about it. My vision fades to black.