Alright, school and homework are finally done! With that out of the way, I can finally write in peace and quiet now. Sorry if you guys thought I abandoned this fic. If I did, (which I wouldn't) I would inform you guys first :)

Darren took a second glance out of the window to confirm that there really was an ambulance outside of Chris' trailer somewhere around 3am. He saw two paramedics coming out the back of the vehicle rolling out a stretcher trying to decide which trailer to go in to. Darren gently laid Chris back on the floor for a minute to let the paramedics know that they were in this trailer.

"Darren… don't go…" Chris said in a weak voice, barely audible.

"Chris I promise I'll be right back. I have to let the paramedics know that we're in here," Darren said as he let go of Chris' hand and hurried to get the two men outside.

Darren rushed outside of the bathroom and quickly zoomed by the kitchen and lounge area of the trailer. He then opened the door and stepped outside to be exposed by a chilly wind. He caught the paramedics' attention by waving his arms up and down in the air.

"Hey, over here! He's right inside. I'll bring him outside so you guys won't have to carry the stretcher in. I'll be just a minute."

"No son that's ok, we can take it from here. We'll carry him out to the stretcher. It has to be done in a safe and quick manner. Don't be offended, we went to school for this."

"Can I at least come in with you guys?" Darren asked worried that the answer would be no.

"Alright, but try to stay out of our way," the paramedic said, both of them already heading towards Chris' trailer.

Darren went in first, the paramedics right behind him.

"He's in the bathroom, lying down on the floor. I was with him at all times and I just left him once to inform you guys on his location."

"Alright fair enough, but next time, don't leave anyone this sick alone. He could of chocked or something, especially in this position."

The paramedics were now holding Chris by each end. One was holding his two feet; the other had his arms underneath Chris' armpits, also supporting his head.

"On three we lift. One…two…three."

Chris was lifted off the ground in one quick steady motion and the two paramedics were lead outside by Darren to the stretcher.

Both paramedics were extremely careful with Chris, noticing how fragile he looked. They communicated again to lay Chris on the stretcher and then begin lifting him onto the ambulance.

"Alright he's good. Is the ramp in place?" Matt, one of the paramedics, asked

"Yep," Bill, the other paramedic, said.

"Ok let's move him in then. Easy now."

Darren just stood there watching, trying to be out of the way. He so badly wanted to be next to Chris comforting him but he just kept thinking how he would be in a few minutes, when the ambulance would be on its way to the hospital. He debated on whether to call someone now or when they arrived at the hospital. The hospital would probably be a better idea since now was pretty hectic.

Matt and Bill finished loading Chris into the ambulance and motioned for Darren to come in as well.

"Alright, you can come in now…"

"Darren. My name is Darren," Darren said after noticing Matt pause after his sentence looking kind of confused.

"Good to know, Darren," Matt said.

Once everyone was in the ambulance, the two paramedics closed the doors and told the driver to start driving off to the Hollywood Presbyterian Medical Center. On the way to the hospital, Matt and Bill worked efficiently, giving Chris essential drugs and performing a needed amount of various medical techniques on him.

"Check his BP and heart rate, I got his oxygen levels."

Bill grabbed the blood pressure machine off the shelf in the vehicle to wrap the cuff around Chris' limp arm just above his brachial artery. Bill observed the gauge close as he pumped it with force and then let the pressure lose by turning the valve. He then used the old school method of checking the radial pulse by placing two fingers on Chris' wrist right under his thumb. Simultaneously, Matt took out the oxygen level meter and lightly clamped it in between Chris' pointer finger.

"BP's 70 over 60, pulse is 112."

"Oxygen's 90," Matt shook his head.

"Alright, he's gonna need an IV."

The two paramedics continued to work on the half-awake Chris, trying several times to place an IV in his dehydrated veins so he could at least get some fluids and nutrients in him. Darren just sat there horrified holding Chris' hand for the sake of him and the support of his friend.

Little whimpers could be heard from Chris every time one of the paramedics stuck a needle in his vein, and it broke Darren's heart to see Chris suffer like this.

Darren rubbed Chris' hand to try and easy away the pain. Pretty soon they would arrive to the hospital to hopefully improve the status of Chris' health.