You are your priority. Not other people.
Tony's POV
Tony had woke up from what was a very bad dream. He was sweating from head to toe, as was extremely uncomfortable, in the New York freeze. He expected to wake up in the comfort of his bedroom, A Saturday morning, or afternoon, depending if he wanted to sleep in or not. But it was dark outside. He could tell by looking out of the vehicle's windows that it was pitch black still.
Wait, he was in a vehicle?
An ambulance truck to be exact. There was no describing how scared Tony had felt when he realized that he was in a hospital bed, sirens ripping his ear drums. Or was it the people booming at each other to go as fast as this truck could take them? It was difficult to tell.
"Where," he began to utter, and when he did everyone's head whipped around to face him.
"...Where am I? Where's ma..
Where's Miles..
Where's dad!"
He started to grow restless. He attempted to sit up but the nurses forcefully pushed him down. "Where is my family!" He screamed, "WHERE ARE THEY? TELL ME!"
"You gotta calm down, kid!" Said one nurse. She made a motion with her hand to the other nurse, who nodded and pulled out what looked to be a needle. Tony was afraid of needles.
"This'll help you calm down, alright."
But Tony just got even more squeamish. He wouldn't stop moving even if his life depended on it. And it somewhat did. "IF YOU DON'T STOP MOVIN', THIS NEEDLE'S GONNA HURT, KID!" Said the nurse that was holding the deadly weapon. Tony saw it as a very lethal tool. "I'm not gonna let you use that thing on me! I want my family!" He started to cry, which he hasn't done since days ago. Why was he so emotional? He was never this emotional, not even when Vinny left for Vietnam. Then again, he didn't know what was happening.
"Please! I just want my family!" He was sobbing now, snot starting to trickle out of his nose and onto the indentation between his nose and lip. He sniffed hard, "Tell me where they are!"
"Your family's in another ambulance," cracked the driver, who was most likely getting annoyed, "going to another hospital. Your mother wouldn't leave your father so they're in the same ambulance, okay? And this Miles kid, was it? We're not sure about him. The others probably didn't let him come. He begged, though."
Tony listened to every syllable, even though it was difficult to hear the driver from all the way across the truck when the sirens were on. They hit another bump in the road, and this made Tony yelp in pain. "If you let us put the needle in you, you'll feel better kid," said one of the nurses softly. Tony nodded, deciding that no amount of pain he was in was better than what the needle could do.
"Great. This'll take two seconds. Greta, ready up the bandaids!"
The nurse named Greta, who was holding the needle, gave the needle to the other nurse and carefully searched through the drawer near the bed. She pulled out a box of bandaids.
Tony was waiting for the needle to go in, and he clenched both of his eyes closed. He braced himself for what was supposed to take two seconds.
He only felt pressure on his wrist, but not a sharp pressure. He opened his eyes and it was a bandaid. "All done."
He was surprised as all get out, and he would've said that if he wasn't so tired. So, so tired.
And everything else started to fade. He had found inner peace. The most peaceful he had ever felt.
And he snored.
Miles' POV
No.. This is all my fault... And it happened so fast..
How am I supposed to explain this? I can't go back home. I'm the reason this happened. If I went back home, I'd have to face my mom, who already has enough on her plate. I'd have to pass Tony's apartment door, which probably still has a hole in it. Probably still unlocked. We did have to rush out of there, no preparation whatsoever. Not even enough time to complain about Twinky, the rabid dog.
And it was all about that stupid dog, too. It's the reason why my best friend and his family are in the hospital so late at night. That dog is probably going to go into a shelter, maybe put into adoption. Hardly anyone would want it though. At least, that's what I hope.
But that doesn't make it any less right on my part. I knew how crazy that dog was. I knew it was dangerous. Me and Tony both knew that... But Tony didn't lead the dog in my house. And Tony didn't almost massacre my whole entire family and me because he was too scared to fight the dog himself. And the dog doesn't know anything but to hate people.
And the dog doesn't know anything but to hate people.
And the dog doesn't know anything.
And I knew everything about the dog.
And I knew everything.
End of 9
AAAAA
SO SAD
But this may be my favorite chapter ngl
I ADDED SO MUCH CHARACTER AND IT MAY BE DEPRESSING CHARACTER BUT WHATEVER
I call the repetitive monologue "character"
ESIE WHATCHA THINK
I realized this doesn't really have anything to do with the military (YET)
I misread yet as yeet
YEET
Those are too many words and I can't wait for this to go out
Okie bye
nobodyimportant out—
