“SETH!” I heard Nina scream in horror.
“Oh, my god!” Nora cried, catching Noah being forced in to the back of a cruiser by the steely eyed Sheriff who smiled kindly at Ian as soon as the door slammed shut behind a wild Noah Sun.
“What happened?” Nina cried, looking dejectedly at the definitive hand prints much too long and thin to be Ian's.
“You better follow us to the hospital.” Ian told them warily, sympathy radiating off of him.
“N-Noah did this?” Nora whispered, glancing back at the rocking police car, her brother's head visibly whipping wildly as he struggled against his bindings, even at a good twenty yards away you could understand his cursing clear as a bell.
“Yeah...” I croaked.
“Why?” Nina asked.
“Because I was in love with Ian.” I hugged the boy in question tighter.
“Ladies, we need to get this boy checked out, if you wanna follow that's fine, you can sit in the waiting room with his boyfriend, but there's no doubt in my mind that he's in critical condition.” The stern EMT told my best friends in the world. They looked so hurt, so confused, but they nodded either way and made their way to Nina's smiling yellow Volkswagen Beetle. I'm not kidding, they literally had it painted like an anime car, a yellow replica of the Japanese reporter car from the beginning of Disney Pixar's movie 'Cars'.
“I can't be there with him when we get to the hospital? I have to wait out in the lobby?” Ian asked looking dejected.
“There are quite a few test he needs to undergo.”
“All the more reason—” he interjected.
“He's going to be asleep through most of it, and on a less professional note, kid, I doubt you'd be able to watch without assaulting a doctor. There's a fare few amount of stitches he'll need from what I can see from here and, god bless the poor boy, even more that I can't see. Right now he should be strapped down on the gurney and I should be checking vitals and such, so if you'd please.”