Two different places in the town filled up quickly with people and noise, one expected Jonah to arrive and the other forcefully kept him. One offered beer, loud music, and desperate Charlotte while the other had with nurses, cat scans, and a wounded boy. Both shared busied, frantic people; short and hurried responses; and people in critical conditions. One thing that one location had tat the other lacked was a fading heartbeat that slowly began to lose it’s rhythm. Nurses and doctors came in and out of his room, yet his parents remained out of sight.
Somewhere in the town near the rotting shed near the theater, Alec called Jonah for the fifth time in two hours. Alec felt uncomfortable whenever Jonah chose not to answer his best friend’s phone call. He quickly checked the Tajmatan residence, it was strange that Jonah lived alone without the help of any family members. Alec was aware that Jonah had no living relatives in America and had been an emancipated minor for almost four years now with the help of a supportive social worker. Yet Alec forgot about his friend’s strange past until he stepped into his apartment.
The same supportive social worker was contacted two days later once Jonah was conscience. The same supportive social worker drove him home and notified Alec of the accident.
Things were not the way they seemed.
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