World Gone Wrong

“Ghost, fucking hurry up! Ricky’s losing to much blood!” Ronnie screamed from his position by Ricky, holding a bloody cloth to his neck to try and stop the bleeding. His attempts were sweet but they weren’t doing anything. The blood had already stained the white towel to a gruesome red. The blood was pouring out of him in what seemed like gallons.

Jacky was loosing blood as well but no where near as much as Ricky. I was holding a towel over his wound to try to slow his bleeding. My actions, sadly, were doing more than Ronnie’s and I could tell that was bothering him. He was trying to save his life but it was only slipping through his fingers.

“Im going as fast as I fucking can Ronnie! This is a bus not a fucking jet!” Ghost yelled back to Ronnie. There was a sharp turn that knocked Ronnie out of his crouched position. The towel was snatched off of Ricky’s throat and blood gushed out even faster than it was before.

Jacky’s leg was jerked a bit causing him to wince in pain. I could see in his eyes that he was just as scared for Ricky as everyone else on the bus was which is why he was obviously trying not show his discomfort. “Go help Ronnie.” He urged me.

“But your leg.” I argued.

“I can help myself.” He stated, moving around on the couch so he had a better angle to the bullet wound. “Go.”

I nodded, handing off the towel to Jacky then going to the bathroom for another one. I found two under the sink then went to help Ronnie. I gave him a clean one and he pressed it to his neck. I put mine under the wound on the couch to catch the blood.

Ricky’s gurgling was getting worse, almost as if he was starting to choke on his blood. “G-gu-guys.” He stuttered, reaching a bloody hand out to touch Ronnie’s arm.

“Shh. Don’t talk. Talking’ll make it worse.” Ronnie demanded.

“It h-hu-hurts.” Ricky’s blood was splashing out of his mouth as he tried speaking, clearly ignoring what Ronnie was saying to him. I had this unnerving feel in the pit of my gut that told me Ricky wouldn’t be making it past this bus and that scared the hell out of me. I didn’t want to believe it but that thought became more and more prominent with every shaky breath the poor boy took. He was trying to hold on, anyone could tell that much. You could also tell that his life was slipping away and that wasn’t something any of us wanted. At this point though, is it really our decision? It’s not like we can choose who lives or dies.

The bus stopped then Ghost and Tino ran out of the bus’ cockpit. “Oli, go get a gurney for Ricky.” Oli did as told, running down the steps and disappearing before Tino could give his next command. “Phil, you go find a wheelchair for Jacky.” Phil nodded and exited the bus, going the same way as Oli. “Jade, get Jacky and help him off the bus.” Tino demanded and started walking towards Ricky. I went over to Jacky and helped him stand. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder to help himself stand. Ryan Seaman saw our struggle and wrapped Jacky’s other arm around his shoulder. “Ghost, Ronnie, and I will carry Ricky off and put him on the gurney. Nicholls, you go find a doctor or a nurse so we can get immediate help.”

Ryan and I got Jacky off the bus and walked as fast as we could to the wheelchair Phil had ready for us by. Oli was running with a bunch of doctors and nurses. They were all holding onto a gurney with a panicked look on their faces.

Ryan nudged my arm, getting me to look away from the scene in front of me to help get Jacky inside, away from the chaos. We rushed into the emergency room lobby. As soon as we stopped rolling Jacky inside a doctor took the wheelchair from us and started working on his leg.

Ryan and I were pushed to the side by a team of nurses as Ricky was rolled into the same direction as Jacky. Oli, Ronnie, Ghost, Tino, Phil, and everyone else that was on the bus sat in the lobby while we waited on the doctors to come back with the news of our two friends.

An hour had passed then a stressed doctor came back into the lobby. “Is anyone here for a Jacky Vincent?”

“Yes sir.” Lee Malia answered for all of us, standing up the greet the poor man.

“All of you?” The doctor asked. We all nodded to confirm his question. He gave us a small smile then said, “you’re friend is ok, he’s just lost a bit of blood. We gave him a blood transfusion and stitched his wound up after taking the bullet out. He’s going to be on crutches for, at the most, two weeks. We’ve written him a prescription for pain medication. He’ll only have to take that for as long as his leg is healing. Any questions?” We all shook our head no. “Good. He’s resting now from the pain meds we gave him so we could stitch his leg. As soon as he wakes up, which should be in an hour, he will be discharged and you all will be free to go.”

The doctor left only to be replaced by a different doctor who looked stressed and sympathetic. His scrubs were bloody and he had bags under his eyes. “Friends and family of Richard Olson?” He called out. Everyone shot out of their seat, running as fast as we could to the poor man. He looked like he was about to shit himself when a bunch of bloody punk guys, goth gods, and metal heads all ran at him at once.

“Is he ok?”

“Did you save him?”

“Can we see him?”

“Where is he?”

All these questions were being shouted at the man and more. I couldn’t even tell who it was that was screaming. All I knew was Ricky got shot in the neck and now he’s back there.

“Calm down!” He shouted. Everyone stopped moving and stood still, surrouding the doctor as we waited on him to tell us what we already knew, he died. I could tell it in all of their faces that they knew just from the state of the doctor’s clothes. We knew we just didn’t want to. We wanted it to be a lie. We wanted our friend to be ok. He deserves to be ok. “I’m sorry to inform you that your friend did not make it through the procedure. In the middle of our operation he woke up but he wasn't himself. He changed, very quickly, might I add. It was the fastest change we had ever seen. His heart flatlined and then he got out of the bed and ate a member of my team. The rest of us got out before we were even touched.”

“Ricky’s a zombie?” Josh asked, disbelief written all over his face.

“I’m afraid so.” The man nodded.

“Is he still back their?” Ryan Sitkowski questioned, glancing from the doctor to the barely shut door as if he were going to run back their to see his friend’s fate himself.

“Yes but I don’t suggest going back their.” He responded.

Ryan dismissed what he said and went anyways, everyone else following behind. This seemed like a classic scene from any horror movie ever. We follow the danger rather than avoid it, smart thinking guys.

Ryan Seaman stopped in front of a large window that looked into an operation room. “Guys..” He whispered. We all looked into the window to see Ricky standing on the other side, pressed up against the glass. He was snapping at all of us as if he were begging us to go inside.

“Oh my God.” Chris mumbled, putting his hand on the thin sheet of glass that separated us from the person who we once knew. The thing that was staring back at us was only a hollow shell of the man we use to know.

Notes

Hi guys! Did you like it? As sadistic as it sounds, I really enjoyed writing this chapter. I hope you guys like reading it, even if I did murder Ricky....don't hate me for that, please?
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