creѕтғallen ➬ g.∂ {editing}

0.7

"Ethan!" Grayson shouts, his voice full of hurt.

"Call 911," someone yells.

"Mom what's the number?" Another person asks.

As I dial the 911, Grayson picks up Ethan, dragging him to the side walk.

A ton of cars halt and some cars don't even have passengers since most of them are currently peeking at the scene or dialing things on their phones. A few even hold their phones toward us as others stare in shock.

"Yes, please send paramedics to 125 Alven St. We have someone who's been hit and they've hit their head badly; they're unconscious," I imply to the dispatcher.

"The police are on their way, stay put," the lady tells me.

I hold the phone in my hand while I assist Grayson with Ethan.

As I grab Grayson's face, his eyes show pure sadness, his lips quiver.

"It's going to be okay. Focus on me, the police are on their way," I articulate for Grayson.

His forehead is pushed against mine as his body shakes with each tear and sob that escapes.

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Longer chapter coming next, I just needed something to post, I was in a rush, but I'll update the next chapter asap, if not tommorow.