Hayden Davis.
Wails and cries filled the room. My hand froze in place on my friend’s belly, staring at his peaceful face. The machine next to him let out a blaring sound, a sound you’d never wish to hear when visiting a bed-ridden loved one. A flat line showed on the screen, indicating the dire situation my best friend was in.
I got pushed away from him, yet my eyes never left his face. My throat felt dry, my quivering voice called for his name, trying my best to understand what happened.
Jonathan looked sick, but he was still talking and chuckling, holding my hand in his. Then he suddenly closed his eyes, after we both felt weird energy leave my body to his.
I felt my eyebrows furrow as Chris held me by my collar, pushing me against a wall. His eyes glowed golden, looking menacing as
