Phil's POV
"Should I jus-" Kandee says. I hear a loud crash and then the phone went dead.
Sometime has happened to Kandee!
I quickly dial Dan.
"Dan!" I say panicking.
"Yea? Phil what's wrong?" He asks concerned.
"It's Kandee! I think something's happened to her!" I say gathering my coat and walking out the door.
"Why?! What's happened?!" He says starting to panick like I am.
"She was telling me how her shoe got stuck to some gum in the middle of the street and then I heard a crash and the phone went dead!" I say walking out into the night.
"Oh my god. Do you know where she was?"
"No! She was heading back to her flat though!"
"Just call the ambulance and look for her!" Dan says. I can hear him closing his flat door.
"Alright." I say calming down.
I quickly dial an ambulance and explain to them what happened.
I walk down the pavement looking for Kandee.
"God I hope she's ok..." I say quietly to myself.
I keep searching.
No luck.
I turn a corner and see a car and... Kandee!
I quickly run over to her.
Kandee is out conscious on the cold road.
The guy that was driving was crying on the side of the pavement. Probably over what he has just done.
I stay with her until the ambulance comes.
They put her into the ambulance and I stay with her in the back as she lays on the bed motionless.
I take out my phone and call Dan.
"Dan. I'm here with Kandee. We're on our way to the hospital. Meet us there ok?" I say.
"Ok. I'll be there soon." He says hanging up.
I put my phone away and look at Kandee.
I push a strand of her fading green hair off of her face.
I take her hand in mine and hope that she's okay.
I look at her.
Why? I think to myself. Why did this happen to her?
We arrive at the hospital and they bring her to a room.
I wait in the waiting room as they told me to do.
I'm really worried.
This is all my fault. Before she left I offered to walk her home. She said no, but I should have anyway.
I can only hope for the best.
What if she doesn't make it? What if I lose one of my best friends? What will I do with out her?
Phil! Don't think like that!
But how can I not think like that? One of my best friends is in that hospital room.
I feel a tear fall from my cheek.
No. I can't cry. I'm sure everything will be ok.
I wipe my cheek.