"How the hell that boy get a phone off of one of the kids from the expensive side a town? Did you know about this!?" he father shouted at his brother as he climbed into the front seat. "No, of course not dad. I haven't been back to the old high school since I started college. I passed off everything to a good quarter back, I knew he'd keep Shawn in line." His father only grunted, driving back to their side of town, where run down houses were all too common.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>"Phone! Someone grab the boys phone!" a doctor yelled as they were rushing him down a hall on a stretcher, cutting a part of his shirts before ripping them both open to expose his discoloured chest. "Shit." one doctor cursed as everyone else looked up at him. "Well, our job just got harder people." he hollered as they were dragging him into a room. "Get him on a respirator! Before we lose him again!" was being yelled as they were quickly getting to work, cutting his clothes out of their way. They were assuming that when they found his family, he'd be given more, but it was a next to impossible chance.<br/><br/>A nurse was answering his phone as she rushed to get outside where it was safe to use it. "Um, Hello?" she asked, uncertain as she plugged her other ear with a finger. "May I ask who this is? And who had the phone?" she asked when she heard the young mans voice on the other end. "I am not the boy's mother, or even related to him... I am actually a nurse at the hospital. He was tossed out of a car here it seems and he's in critical condition, being worked on right now. If you wish, you can come get your phone back." she said, looking around as sirens started to sound. "You can check on your little friend as well. Bye." she said, dropping her phone into her pocket as she hung up, rushing to help the ambulance pulling up.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Shawn was in surgery for hours before being moved into a room alone. Anything that had been in his pockets, was in a little bag and stuck into the drawer of the night table. He had a breathing tube down his throat and many tubes and wires leading to his arms. They didn't expect him to wake up until the next day, when they could find out what had happened to him. A cop was stationed in the waiting area to know when he woke, and they were calling the school to leave a few messages. They were still waiting on the friend that said he'd come for the phone, the nurse who'd answered the phone, still had it in her pocket as she went about her rounds.