PRS med Isabelle Granger :D

Your name is Dave Strider and you have no idea what to do now. John isn't moving. You take your waterproof phone out of your pocket and call 911(?). The ambulance arrives and put him on a (bår).

You feel the darkness dissapear, and you slowly opens your eyes. You are lying in a bed, and everything is White. Hospital.

You notice he opens his eyes and you practically fly off your chair.
"Are you ok?", you ask.

You hear someone calling your name. The voice is familliar, even though it's distant. "D-Dave?"

"I'm here", you say quickly.

You look at him, and smile. You look around, but Dave is the only one here right now. "Wh-at.. h-happened?" You ask him, but your voice is cracked and you can't speak very well.

"You fell im the water. I thought you were...", you say and your voice crack.

You look at him. Fell in the water..?

Then you remember. You remember you where pushed from the railing of the bridge, and fel in the water. And apperantly you almost drowned too.

You take Dave's hand in yours and smile weakly at him. "I'm okay" you whisper, smiling at him.

You smile and squeeze his hand, but then your face become angry.
"I'm gonna kill those bastards", you say.

You look at Dave, worried. "No! Don't! I dont want you to get hurt because of me!" You say, looking right into Dave's shades.