1:32 am to be exact.

It's been 12 hours and 4 minutes since I last saw or talked to Becca. Aaliyah was at a friends house and Dad was fishing with his friend for the weekend. Mom was asleep down the hall.

I didn't go to the game, mostly because I didn't have the strength. I couldn't pull myself together to face anyone. Just as I was about to fall asleep again, I got a call from Becca.

Wait... Becca?!

I answered not even before it rang twice. I couldn't believe she was calling me! I can't believe it, I can't-

"Shawn?" He voice was cracking. I could tell she was crying. Her words were broken.

She was broken.

"Becca? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Shawn. You picked up," she seemed relieved. She sighed and started to chuckle. Even though she laughed, something was wrong.

"Becca, why did you call?" I ask, worry filled my voice.

"I got hit. My motorcycle. I was riding it and some drunk guy spun me off the road and into a ditch," she cussed and yelled in pain.

"Did you call 911?! Where are you. I'm getting into my car," I asked. She couldn't have been far. I mean, it's one in the morning.

"Off of 5, and yeah, I'm not an idiot. Of course I called 911. I was wearing a helmet. My brains are still in tacked. It's my leg. It's stuck under the bike."

She seemed to be surprisingly calm. I couldn't help but admire her for that. I was freaking out. I left a note on the fridge incase my Mom woke up. I tried to be vague, but I had to call it an emergency.

"I'm on my way. Don't hang up."

"Shawn?"

"Yeah?" I backed out my driveway, starting to head toward Highway 5.

"I love you."

She said the words I was afraid to say, to any girl, really. I froze, thinking why she loved me. As a friend? What did I do to deserve her attention? What should I say?

"I- I love you, too," I said. That wasn't a lie.

"You're just saying that. I'm losing blood, and possibly going to die, and you can't even tell me the truth," she chuckled again.

"Really? Like I would lie to a girl whose dying. And by the way, you're going to live. I know you will, because I'm gunna bet on it."

"What's the bet?" She laughed again.

"If you live, I won't ever think about Jessica. I will admit and sincerely apologize for my actions in the past, and I won't be a bother to you."

"Okay. What if I die?"

"If you die, I'll have to live with the pain of never being able to be your friend."

She laughed. That laugh was the only thing I ever wanted to hear. The one thing I could have on repeat and never get tired of it. Her laugh was the only thing giving me hope.

"You'd apologize anyway, through this damn phone if you had to. Whatever, I'm betting on dying, you on living. It's a deal. A pretty stupid one, but okay."

"Becca?"

"Yeah?"

"I just wanted to ask you-"

"Shit. Shit. I'm- I'm down here! Yeah! Don't move it! The handle is stuck in my- no I'm not hanging up. It's my friend! No he's coming! Stop-"

"Becca?! No, no, no, no."

The line went down. I stepped on the gas, going faster than the speed limit. Barely any cars filled the lanes, which made it easier. I saw flashing lights from ahead, and pulled over a few yards away.

"Becca?!" I yelled. I saw a gurney climbing up the ditch with paramedics to each side. I saw a combat boot with red stains covering the once brown fur.

"Sir, she has to get to the hospital," a woman paramedic said. She had darker skin and kept the view of Becca away from me so I couldn't see her face.

"No, I know her. I was the person on the phone. I'm going with. I know her name and information. Please," I asked over her screams. Becca was crying heavily and cussing profusely.

"Okay, but just you. Hop in." I obliged. She slammed the doors with a loud thud and the large car started to move. The sirens went on and we sped down the highway.

"Becca? Becca it's Shawn."

She couldn't open her eyes. Her screams filled my ears with terror. What happened in those few minutes I wasn't talking to her? She could talk just a mere five minutes ago.

"Boy, I need you to fill out some questions," he handed me a pen and a clipboard of a medical form. He already checked some boxes and filled in questions. "Not now, but when she gets inside." I nodded my head, understanding.

"Blake, hand me the oxygen. He blood in her left leg needs more. The bike crushed her, cutting it off."

I was horrified. This can't be happening. I scooped Becca's hand in mine. They were colder than before. Her whole arm was cold.

"I need more wraps. She's losing a lot of blood."

She was. The handle cut into her left leg, almost going straight to the middle. I tried not to look, to scared of being traumatized.

"Becca. Calm down. It's me, Shawn. You're okay. Everything is alright. Im here. I'm not leaving," I held her hand, kissing the top of hers. She squeezed mine, signaling something.

"She squeezed my hand. She can hear us!" I said.

"Okay. One squeeze is yes, two is no. Does it hurt too much that you don't want to talk?" A paramedic asked.

One squeeze.

"Is it just your left leg you're worried about?" I asked.

Two squeezes.

"If I called your legal guardian, would they answer?" The other paramedic, Blake, asked.

Two squeezes.

By this time, we reached the hospital. Doctors in scrubs pulled her out, leaving me to jump out myself. The paramedics closed the door and sped off.

I followed through the back door, spotting Becca. She was leaving too fast. I couldn't keep up. Eventually, i lost her. I gave up and sat down on the hospital chair, filling out the questions.

I didn't know her middle name, so I just put her first and last name.

Becca Devinel

I don't know her birthday, but I did know her age.

16

An idea struck. I could look at her social media to find the missing information! I felt for my phone in my pocket, but I then realized I left it in my car. I also realized I was only in a white t-shirt and grey basketball shorts. No wonder I was cold.

"Um, excuse me. My name is Shawn. May I please borrow your phone?" I asked. I haven't slept for a long time, but my manners were still there. I needed to call someone to keep me awake, and I needed to tell Elly and JJ.

"Go ahead," the desk attendant called out in a sweet voice. I thanked her and dialed the only number I memorized. I knew Becca would kill me, but I needed someone's number.

"Hello?"

"Jessica? It's Shawn. I need you to give me Elly's number."