What was she supposed to do now? Here was Andy Biersack just laying in a bloody mess on her property. She didn’t even know if he was alive or not. She could safely say that she was genuinely scared for the first time in her life.

She held her long, blonde hair back as she leaned her head down to his chest. She could hear the faint sound of his heart beat but it was slow. He was dying. If she didn’t get help soon, he would die for sure.

She needed time, but time wasn’t on her side. The longer she sat there and tried to figure out what to do, the sooner he would be dead. She looked to the black house behind her. If she ran fast enough, she could probably make it to her father in time.

She looked back at Andy who appeared to be slowly waking up. Well, at least he wasn’t dead… yet. He opened his gorgeous blue eyes and looked up at her, his face contorted into a look of confusion. He reached up and held his head with both hands.

“My head…” He groaned.

“Don’t move.” Carolyn warned. “You’ve had excessive hemorrhage to the skull.”

When your father is a mortician, you tend to pick up on phrases like hemorrhage and other medical terms.

Andy looked at her. “Hemorrhage?” He asked.

“Bleeding.” She clarified. “Just lie down and close your eyes. I’m going to get help. Whatever you do, do not move your head. And don’t die. I’ll be right back.”

He nodded and she frowned at him. “What did I just say about moving your head?” She scolded.

“Oh, right. Sorry…” He apologized and closed his eyes again.

The pain was overwhelming. He wanted the pounding to stop. It was like a massive migraine. He felt like he had two brains stuffed into his one small skull. The amount of pressure was intense.

When she thought he was okay, she stood up and ran back to her house to find her father. She burst through the back door and began calling out to her father. “Dad!” She cried. “Dad! Where are you?!”

No response.

She smacked her palm against her forehead. He was down in the morgue… Even though the morgue was just by her house, she was afraid to leave Andy in the cemetery by himself. But he was too heavy for her to carry in the house and she wouldn’t know what to do if she touched his head and it started bleeding again.

She had to make a decision and quick. It was literally a matter of life and death right now. She decided that the best way to save Andy’s life would be to get her dad. He could easily stitch up the gash in Andy’s head and give him extra blood if he needed it.

She ran as fast as she possibly could all the way to the morgue. She thought her legs where going to fall off by the time she finally reached her dad. She could see the morgue in sight but she was quickly running out of breath. She pushed herself to keep going for the last few yards and stumbled down the concrete stairs to the morgue.

“Dad…” She said, breathlessly. “You need… to come… quick…”

“Carolyn? What’s going on?” Carolyn never interrupted him while he was working. He figured something must’ve happened. “Is it an emergency? I’m with a patient.”

“Dad… The person isn’t even alive.” Her breathing had finally caught up with the rest of her. “Please, I need you. This is really important. My… my friend, he’s… he’s dying. Please…”

“Your friend?” He was surprised at the word ‘friend’. He didn’t think Carolyn had any friends, let alone a friend that was a boy. He looked into the girls pleading eyes and sighed, putting his scalpel down on the stainless steel tray. “Okay, where is he?”

Carolyn smiled with relief. “Grab your thread and needles. He’s going to need some stitches.”

Carolyn’s father grabbed the few items he needed before following his daughter up the stairs. As soon as Carolyn reached the top of the stairs, she began running again.

“Carolyn! Wait up!” Her father called after her.

“Dad, this can’t wait! Hurry up!” She called back to him without stopping.

The mortician sighed, shaking his head, and began to jog after his daughter. He followed her to the cemetery in the back of the house where Andy was laying.

“Over here!” She called out to him, waving him over.

The mortician knelt by the boy and examined the deep slice across his temple. “It seems he was hit over the head by something.” The mortician observed and plucked something from the deep wound. “Glass.” He determined, pulling the bloody shard of glass from Andy’s head. “We need to get him inside. I need your help. Put one of his arms over your shoulder and grab under his knees. On three, we’ll pick him up and carry him to the house, okay?”

Carolyn nodded, hooking Andy’s right arm around her neck and placing her hand beneath his right knee. Her father did the same on the other side and counted “One, two, three.”

Together, they lifted him up and carried him inside. The whole way into the house, Carolyn prayed that Andy would wake up soon. If her dad couldn’t save him, she was going to need a miracle. This couldn’t be happening; not to the one person she looked up to the most in her entire life.

Notes

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