Teacher P.O.V

Once we arrived at the hospital I was pushed aside and told to wait as they wheeled him into the operating room for surgery. I'd driven alongside the ambulance.

I sat down. Everything was numb. A student-a kind boy-had just been tortured right before my eyes to save someone else the pain. And it looked like it wasn't the first time he'd been hurt in that way. He talked about war. WAR! As if it were an everyday occurrence, as if he had to fight for his life more often than not. It was horrible.

And now that same brave boy was in the operating room with doctors trying to put him back together.

From what I could get from one of the nurses they were starting on his lung: it'd been punctured by one of his broken ribs, then they were going to set and bind his ribs so that didn't happen again then they were going to try to stop as much of the bleeding as they could because he was in serious danger of bleeding to death.

The trauma he must be going through was unimaginable.

The drive here was....

his heart had stopped beating...

they'd thought he was dead....

he'd been terrified when he woke up.....

I shook myself. I had to get my wits about me. I almost wished they hadn't told me what had happened.

Deep breaths.

There was nothing I could do to help him now except wait, until the doctor came and told me how his surgery went. I decided to call and check on the other kids. Make sure they were all doing OK. Someone else was frantically trying to get in touch with Paul and his wife.

I dialled.

"Hello."
"Patricia! It's me, I'm here at thee hospital with Percy." Patricia was another teacher at Goode.

"Oh my God! Is he OK?! I mean of course he's not OK but will he...survive?" I took another deep breath.

"He's in the operating theatre, his heart stopped beating for a while on the way over here but they got it going again and now they're trying to re-inflate his lung. It was punctured by one of his broken ribs." It was almost physically painful to say and that was only the half of it.

"Oh God....OK......do they think he'll make it?" She almost whispered the question. I almost broke thinking about the answer.

"They don't know, Pat, they really don't know." I whispered, "But it's not looking good."
We both started crying as no-one knew what to say anymore.

A young boy, one of our students, had taken torture for another child and now he could be dying in an operating theatre from any one of his horrendous wounds. From the blood loss, his lungs his heart or from pure trauma.

He could be dying and there was nothing I could do.

I took another deep breath, if there was nothing I could do to help Percy I'd see if I could help with the other students.

"How are the other students, are they all ok."  I waited as Patricia composed herself on the other end of the line.

"Yes. Traumatized, understandably, I think the staff are too, but they're ok. A lot of crying and shivering but they're ok."
"Good."
"They all want to know when they can come and see Percy. What am I supposed to tell them."
She started sobbing again. I could feel myself almost doing the same.

"Tell the that they can come if they really want to and if their parents allow it but they wont be able to see him for quite a while yet. And not all of them can come at once."

"Ok. Ok I'll do that. I hope he'd ok soon."
"Me too Pat, me too."

At Goode

Third person P.O.V

The students waited anxiously while Mrs Saturn (Patricia) finished her phone call.

"Is-is he ok?" Samantha was terrified for her friend.

"He's hurt, badly, so they've put him into surgery and they, hope, he'll survive."
"You mean....he might not?" The girl's face, like many around her, had gone completely white.

"There is a chance that he....may...not make it. But they're doing all they can to save him." The girl started silently crying, just a few hours ago her life had been completely normal and she'd been having a normal day with her best friend, not he was dying in a hospital.

"Can we go see him?"

"I asked sir and he said that you can go to the hospital if you really want to and if your parents say you can, but he wont be able to have visiors for quite a while and you can't all go at once." Samantha looked a bithappier at that.

"When can we go?"
"As soon as the paramedics say that you're all ok and up to it and not a second before. It doesn't matter for a while anyway because he's currently in surgery you wouldn't be able to see him even if you were there riht now."Samantha nodded.

"Ok."

She knew that the others would be taking it in turns, each going to the hospital at different times, but it was her best friend in there, her best friend who could be dying because he saved someone who'd bullied him for over a year and she was not leaving that hospital until she knew he would be ok.

A/n:

I just wanted to say thankyou to all my readers ad to take a minute to think about the shooting at the gay nightclub in Orlando where 49 people were killed recently. As a member of the LGBTQ community myself (bisexual) this hits close to home for me and I just wanted to say that homophobia, biphobia and any type of discrimination and inequality is stupid. We are all people and we deserve the right to live happily wherever we are.

If there is anyone reading this who doesn't agree and is racist/homophobic/biphobic/sexist or anything else then please leave my account and don't come back.

I hope you all enjoyed my story and sorry about my little rant. If you have anything to say about it feel free to write your view in the comments (unless it's hurtful to anyone) or PM me, I'll be happy to listen.

I'll try to update soon.

-Samantha2611