I slightly jumped as my brother's cut-off hand hit my head, smearing blood all over my face. Yuck!!! I'm covered in blood and pee. Well today surely is  my day! Speaking of blood...

I put Margie down, silently apologised for making her smell as bad as me, ripped off a piece of my shirt and tied it around her wound. This would stop her from bleeding to death, right?! Well... It would be enough until I figured out what in the world I would do to save her.

I paced up and down in the sewer, tapping my chin with the remote in my hand and telling myself, "Think Carson, think." I had no idea how to work with wounds. That's the first ever moment I regretted chasing butterflies instead of listening to my father teach me how to treat all kinds of wounds when I was a kid.

The word 'shit' went on and on in my mind as I realised this was all my fault. How would I even explain to Margie what was happening when she woke up.

At that thought I looked back at her and noticed the blood seeping out of the piece of my shirt that I used to tie the wound with.

She's dying... I'd never forgive myself if someone died because of me. C'mon Carson, think fast... HER CAR!!! It's bound to know where she lives, right?! Maybe, just maybe her parents could help. I can't afford being the one to take her to hospital, I need actual grown-ups to help me. I hope they won't kill me before I cook up lies to explain what happened.

I dashed to Margie, put her on my back and navigated my way to her car from underground. I think I saw a sewer hole near the place where I fell on dog pee... I appreciate that stupid dog now.

I tried running at top speed, carrying Margie(who is extremely heavy for a slim girl) and finally got under the sewer hole(thank God for my awesome navigating skills). I miraculously climbed up using one hand and lifted the lid in time to see an approaching car, my sister's car!

Mentally cursing and hoping she didn't see me, I ducked out of view and waited until the car noises were gone. I cautiously peeked out and dashed to Margie's car, thanking my lucky stars my brother was too dumb to remember it was her car.

I tried to open the doors and was glad the robot, or whatever it was, had gotten my orders. After carefully putting Margie at the back seat, I headed over to the driver's seat and said, "Robot, take us home."

"I'm Maria, master. We will be home in twenty minutes," the female voice declared.

"And call me Carson, not Master. I need you to get there as soon as possible Maria! Your true master is dying."

"Got it Carson. Getting home in three minutes."

As soon as she said that, we started driving at the speed of light. I swear, if we went any faster we would have time-traveled. After exactly three minutes, we were at her driveway. Damn... I wish I had a car like this.

I got out and found a middle-aged woman standing at the door, her phone in her hand and a fierce expression on her thin face. When she saw me, her expression changed to confusion as she opened her mouth to say something but I cut in, my voice breaking, "Margie... She needs help. She's dying."

Her phone dropped to the ground as she rushed forward, shrieking, "Where is my baby girl?" I opened the back door and she gasped at the sight. I could see the tears forming in her eyes even though it was pretty dark. Her eyes turned to me for a split-second before she dashed into the car, came out with Margie in her arms and started running towards the house.

"Follow me!" she shouted without looking back. I took the car keys, ordered Maria to lock the doors and ran into the house, not forgetting to pick up her phone from where it lay. The woman, who I assumed to be Margie's mom, came out of a room with some advanced hospital equipment and kneeled down on the living room floor, where she had left Margie.

She set off to work, removing Margie's upper clothing and making my cheeks instantly go red. She suddenly looked up and the faintest of smiles formed on her lips as she went back to what she was doing, saying, "Don't worry boy-o, I won't tell her anything."

She then started mumbling something to do with moving, how she hoped her job dealing with wounds was over when they moved and a lot of things that I couldn't quite understand while cleaning the wound with clean water. I was actually glad she didn't burst into questions, it gave me more time to think.

Just as I was about to completely form a perfect explanation in my head, Margie's mom asked, "Are you going to help or are you just gonna sit there and look like you shit on yourself?"

I tried so hard not to smile that I think veins were visible on my neck, "I-I actually don't know how to help, Miss."

"Call me Linda. Could you lift her up a little bit. This plastic paper has to go all round."

I surged forward and lifted Margie from the shoulders as Linda passed the paper all around and tied it. She finally sighed and sat on her legs, throwing her head back and taking her hand through her jet black hair.

As I put Margie down gently, I noticed  that her chest wasn't rising and falling to show that she was breathing. My large head suddenly jerked up as my mouth opened, no words coming out. I found it extremely difficult to form the right words but I knew I needed to say something even if I seemed stupid.
"What?" Linda looked at me and questioned, her brows furrowing. "Breathing," was all I could get out, my heart racing faster each passing second.

"What?!" Linda repeated, leaning forward as if to hear me clearly. "MARGIE IS NOT BREATHING FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!!!" I burst out completely for no reason.

"Shit!" the slender woman muttered as she started performing CPR. She pushed down on Margie's chest three times then blew air into her mouth. The process was repeated multiple times but Margie still couldn't breathe.

"Shit shit shit," I heard Linda mutter as she picked Margie up and took her through a door that I had no idea where it led to. I lingered there on the floor for a moment, wondering if it would be best if I left. Just as I was about to get up, Linda's head popped through the same door and she yelled, "I need your help ya know!"

A groan involuntarily came from my throat as I got up and walked through the door, which led to a hallway. Across from the door was a staircase, to my right it seemed to lead to a kitchen and to my left there was an open door, leading to a room that looked like it belonged in a hospital.

The room was painted terquoise and had all types of plants, it would have looked better in natural light though. It had all the advanced machines, which surprised me. Why does a middle aged lady have all this. Where could she possibly use them? Oh, in situations like this but... Couldn't she just take Margie to the hospital? I know I have my reasons not to take her myself but her own parent? Come to think of it, I haven't seen her dad.

"I'm starting to think that spacing out is your hobby," her voice brought me out of my trance. "Sorry," I mumbled, a sheepish smile completing my stupid look, "what do you want me to do."

"I need you to take this endotracheal tube and push it through her mouth and deep into her wind pipe," she said as she started connecting the what's-its-name to a big machine. Man I look so stupid right now, actually, I'm starting to think that I really am stupid.

"Seriously?!" at that tone I threw her another apology as I took the tube in my hand and started slowly pushing it through her mouth. At least I knew which part of her throat was the wind pipe... Didn't I?

After pushing it as far as I could, I looked back at Linda and found her finishing up dialing the settings on the machine. "It's called a respirator, you look like you don't know anything that is in this room." and here comes the sheepish smile.

She took a seat beside Margie and said, "It'll sort her out for now." It indeed was helping, her chest was rising and falling ever so lightly. The vibration of the (respirator did she call it?) piercing through the still night. How could it be so calm outside when my heart is forming its own band inside me?

"Take a seat," Linda pointed to a plastic chair on the other side of Margie's bed. "I really should be go-" I started but an impatient voice interrupted, "Don't you think I deserve an explanation?" When I didn't reply, she repeated, this time her voice strained, "Take. A. Seat."

I slowly made my way to the cold chair and plopped down on it, sighing heavily.

"I want answers. I've given you enough time to cook up lies but I won't have any of it. I can read bullshit so don't try it on me. Now... The truth."

This woman...

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Heeeey my amazing readers. So... updating late seems like my hobby now. It's just that life got super busy and laziness took a special liking to me XD

Anyway, I did a lot of research in order to write this chapter and I hope it was worth it. Boy, I can't wait for the rest of the story to unfold. I'll take you through a roller-coaster of emotion. Thanks a lot for reading. Lav y'all so much.