Chapter Eight
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A crash pulled me out of my dreamless sleep. I sat up and tried to wake up fully, when I heard another sound. This time a thud. I got up slowly, not rushing because I figured that one of the guys fell out of bed or something. I walked into the hall, and something caught my eye. Paper, on Joey's door. I walked over and scanned the note, my heart leaping into my throat. Panic tied my stomach in knots as I tried to open the door, finding it locked.
After a few tries, I managed to bust my way through the door, hearing the guys moving around in their rooms. I fought back tears when I saw Joey on the floor, blood on and around him. I dropped down next to him, my knees landing in the pool of blood. He slowly looked up at me, with such a terrified look that I had to look away. I was crying, and that's how the guys found us. I looked up at them, looking helpless.
Justin went pale, and had to turn away. Lance brought him into the hall. He shouldn't have seen this. Jc called an ambulance. He talked on the phone, and then ran to the bathroom, coming out with towels. He was still on the phone, but handed me some towels. I watched him wrap one of Joey's wrists up, so I did the same with the other. We both put pressure on them, too. We had to at least slow the blood, give him a chance to live.
I felt numb. I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't hear anything. I didn't want to see him like this. But I was. I had no choice. He thought he had failed us. How could we let him think that? We should have kept a closer eye on him. I should have. When he had looked at me earlier that night, I could see something in his eyes. I could feel something strange. A nagging feeling.
I felt myself being pulled away from the floor. Away from Joey. I couldn't fight it, I couldn't move on my own, really. Johnny had pulled me up. Jc stood next to me, and we watched as paramedics surrounded Joey. Our brother. They couldn't stabilize him. They put him on a stretcher, keeping pressure on his wrists like Jc and I had done. They took him out, and brought him to the hospital.
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We had just walked in and sat down in the waiting room when one of the doctors that had taken care of you came in. He told us that it was to late. That you had lost to much blood. You were going to die. I demanded to see you. They tried to stop me but I went in anyway. You were still alive, but barely. You looked up at me when I took your hand. Tears shimmered in your dulling brown eyes. I know I had tears in mine, too.
I told you that you were going to be okay. That in a few moments you wouldn't feel the pain anymore. You nodded your head slightly, and with the rest of the strength you had in you, you whispered something to me. I couldn't stop the tears now. I continued to hold your hand. I wanted you to know I was there with you. You closed your eyes slowly, and I watched as you took your last breath.
I felt you leave. I couldn't stop crying, but I was glad it was finally over for you. You didn't have to feel the pain any longer. I took one last look at you, and I walked back to the waiting room. The others knew immediately that you were gone. They felt it, too.
You didn't fail us, Joey. We failed you. I failed you. If I had paid more attention, instead of acting like everything was all right. Maybe I could have stopped this. Those thoughts, along with many others ran through my head.
We miss you Joey. Sometimes we can feel you here. We know you're watching us. I meet you in my dreams sometimes. It's nice to be able to talk to you again. To see you. Remember the last thing you said to me? I didn't answer you then, but I know you knew. I'll say it now, while I have one last chance.
I love you too.
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