I heard distant, muffled voices coming from the rooms around me. The waiting was unbearable, especially in this situation. I hated hospitals. The smell, the room, upon room of sick people, and of course, being in the emergency ward was topping the whole effect.

Taylor had just arrived, and Isaac trailing behind, talking to a male nurse. And it didn’t help that I happened to be sitting next to a room where someone else had just died. It felt so good as Ike put his arm around me, and began to talk.

“The doctors are trying to all they can Zac.”

“If only I had stopped her.......if I had just stopped her.....from...getting in the car....it would have been all right. She would have been safe.”

I didn’t realise how much I was crying until Isaac’s shirt was saturated with my tears. Taylor paced up and down the hall, peeking into the operating room for any sign Shelly was going to be okay, but there was no responce yet.

“It’s all my fault.”

“Zac!” Taylor snapped. “It is not your fault. You tried, you really tried to help her, and she didn’t want your help. Zac, don’t blame yourself. She knows now, what A good, and true friend you are man.”

I looked up at my older brother. If there was ever a time I was so glad to have him around, it was then. He has always been wise with things he said.

“If anything Zac, it’s that dirty old pricks fault.” He resumed. “He’s the one who is in the blame, and I swear, if we ever come across him......”

Isaac nodded his head, and I felt slightly better. Slighty.

I wiped my eyes a good few times before they started to hurt. I never knew how much I could cry. Ike was humming something in his own part of the world, and Taylor was still keeping a close eye on the room, though all he could really see were nurses and gloves covered in blood.

“Dammit!” I cursed and stood to my feet. I couldn’t handle just waiting outside her room like that. I made my way to the main waiting hall, to be greeted by my mother, waiting patiently. Her smile, her lovely wholesome smile almost knocked me off my feet, and without another word, I sat beside her, curled up in her arm and cried again. She stroked my hair out of my face, and gently put on a jersey she had brought with her, hugging me as she did so.

“Zac honey..” She whispered. Her voice seemed somewhat distant. “You listen to me, it was not your fault okay baby? You tried sweetie, you really did, and Shelly knows how much of a friend you are to her.”

I could feel her begin to cry to, he warm tears melted their way into my hair, and she began to rock me back and forth.

And it was then he stepped out. The doctor.

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