Then nothing.
Hazel held onto Joe. She felt, well, she didn't feel anything at all. She was numb, it was as if the part of her able to feel was gone. Like it had faded away. Just as all hope had.
"Miss, can I get you to come with me?" Someone asked standing above her.
Hazel shook her head and held Joe closer as the officer knelt down beside her.
"My name is Officer Patrick Samuels." He said draping his Jacket around Hazels shoulder. He looked to be in his late thirties, possibly early forties, but his eyes, woah, they were intense, it's like, they had seen so much that they refused to age, they were sharp, they were alert, but dull, like the death he had seen, the carnage, the horror had sucked all the light from them, but still, they refused to die.
A paramedic tried to move Joe, Hazel pulled him away and held onto him tighter still. "No." She screamed, he was losing colour, losing blood. Hazel was soaked, in rain, in tears, in the blood of her not-boyfriend-but-still-potential-boyfriend-and-best-friend-of-so-many-years.
"Miss, you need to come with me, you need to let the paramedics do their job."
"No." Hazel muttered over and over again as she firmly kissed the lips of an unresponsive Joe and allowed herself to be lead away from the devistation behind her.
Hazel saw a woman about forty years old sitting in the back of one of five police cars lined up on the side of the road, she had her head in her hands and was shaking violently. Hazel wanted to run at that woman, wanted to hurt her in so many ways, but she was too confused, too numb.
"Miss... uh..."
"Fl-Fletcher, H-H-Haz-Hazel Flet-Fletcher." She finally got out, trying to stop the flood rolling down her cheeks.
"Now I need you to try to remember what happened."
"Well," Hazel started, trying once more to compose herself long enough to get the story out. "I told h-him, I-I-I t-told him the- the truth. Then he smiled, and All I remember is BANG and then blood, and then, oh my god, whats going to happen to him? Someone has to call my mother, tell her I'm here, and Nick and Kevin and Frankie, and Oh my, Aiden and Tasha and everyone, and oh my god, who's going to tell Denise and Mr. J? What's going to -- oh my god."
"Shh, it's okay, everything is going to be okay." Officer Samuels lied. There was another lie he hoped he would not have to tell the family of the boy, who was still barely destinguishable. "He didn't suffer." Officer Samuels, NEVER wanted to tell that lie again. He'd done it far to many times in the past, "Never again." He murmered to himself, looking down on the shell of what was once probably a happy young woman, now nothing more than a living shadow. "Never again."
Hazel looked down at Joe, sipping her coffee. She'd just got back from the hospital canteen. Hazel hadn't slept in nearly a week. She couldn't believe that this was all her fault. She'd almost cost Joe his life, and she could never forgive herself.
Sitting down in the bad excuse for padded armchair by his bed Hazel once again relived the details of the night it happened, the moment he was set up in this room.
NNNNOOOO JOE CANT DIE
cassie568 3 years ago
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Madi4545 3 years ago