Mean's POV

I was brought back to consciousness by a loud nonstop banging on my front door.

I sat up slowly and painfully made my way down the stairs, holding on to the banister railing for support.

When I let the paramedics in, they immediately asked me what happened and I told them.

One of the paramedics shook his head and said, "Why would your friend do something like that?"

"Exactly," I replied.

I glanced at the other two paramedics. It was obvious that they were trying to hold back their laughter. They were probably calling P'Plan all kinds of adjectives synonymous to idiot.

But this wasn't the time for recriminations. We had to revive P'Plan and bring him to the hospital emergency room for treatment.

The paramedics took P'Plan's vital signs and placed an oxygen mask on him because his oxygen level was below normal. They transferred him to a gurney saying that they would treat the head wound on the way to the hospital. They would be doing the preliminary first aid to it but they said that the wound needed more attention in the emergency unit because they considered it to be a blunt trauma.

I asked if I could ride along with him inside the ambulance and they said no, but that I could follow them in my own car.

Throughout the drive to the hospital I kept on calling P'Plan all kinds of stupid names but at the same time I was kicking myself mentally for being the one who caused him such serious physical injury.

When we reached the hospital I parked my car in the hospital parking lot and headed for the emergency room. 

I informed the desk clerk that I was a friend of P'Plan. I told the clerk that I didn't have the contact number of any immediate family members. The hospital staff would have to wait until he regained consciousness so that he could tell them how to contact his family.

I was told to take a seat in the waiting room and was also told that they would inform me when he was settled in a hospital room where I could go and see him.

While waiting to be called by the desk clerk, I made a call to Saint and told him what happened.

He was speechless at first, unable to believe that such an untoward incident could happen between me and P'Plan. Then he said that he was going to call Perth and that he and Perth would meet up with me here at the hospital.

It seemed like an endless wait for me even if I tried to keep myself distracted with my phone.

Just as my name was called out by the desk clerk, I saw Perth and Saint walk into the waiting room. I waved at them before walking to the desk clerk.

We were told that P'Plan had now been wheeled to Room 360 and that we could all go up to see him.

We took the elevator to the third floor and went in search of Room 360. It took some finding but we were finally able to locate it.

When we entered the room two nurses were still inside hanging a bag of IV on a pole and sticking the IV line into his left arm. The other nurse was setting down a transparent plastic bag that was labeled "Patient Belongings" onto the bedside table. Inside it was his cell phone and wallet and a chocolate bar.

I couldn't fully pinpoint what emotion I was feeling as I saw him with his eyes closed, a large bandage covering the left side of his head. He looked so young and vulnerable. It was all I could do to rush over to him and hold him in my arms.