A horrendous trip to the park which would show what friendship truly is. Personally, the park was my happy place. Kids swaying on swings, running around, screaming as they slid down the slippery slides. I loved the playful environment, where children could just have fun and take a break from the tension at school. Today seemed like a perfect day to be at the park with the sweet smell of the sunflowers, the gentle, crisp breeze, the joyful laughter of kids. I thought today would be just like every other day at the park, but things took a terrifying twist.
I was walking through the park, as the wind whistled in my ears. Whenever I came here, I always found my way onto a swing, even when it was bustling with kids. When I walked on over and saw all the swings were empty, I looked back at the playground to see it was empty, too. “Huh,” I wondered. “That’s strange.” In fact, I couldn’t see any children anywhere, until I spotted a whole gang of children in a circle, chanting on the soccer field. I started running over and when I got there, I went up onto my tiptoes to see the middle of the circle over all the kids there. There were two boys, maybe the age of ten, who were fighting and threatening each other. I tapped the shoulder of a blonde haired girl next to me and asked what was going on. She replied, “Each of them thinks they are the best soccer player in town, and they disagree with each other.” I nodded, and she pushed through the crowd, yelling, “Have some peace! You both are awesome players!” The other children started chanting, “Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!” The red shirt boy then attempted to punch the brown haired boy, but failed as the brown haired boy moved out of the way. A boy standing close to the fight, yelled out to the red shirt boy, “Come on, Timothy! Is that the best you’ve got!? Are you weak?!”
Timothy shouted to his opponent, “I’ll show you what I’ve got, Ryan!” Before Ryan could yell back a comeback, Timothy smacked Ryan’s nose, and blood started trickling down his face. “Oh, yeah! Guess what I’m serving up today, kick your stomach!” Ryan launched a strong kick to Timothy’s stomach and the boy fell down to the ground, in pain. The boy who had mocked Timothy before, had started shrieking. “Yo! Someone get a baseball bat for Timothy! Apparently, he can’t take a weak kick to his nuts!” Soon, kids started searching for a baseball bat, while the kids rooting for Ryan had started giving him high-fives and fist bumps for taking the opposing boy down. Finally, someone had found a bat and handed it to Timothy’s friend who “Now, show this kid who Timothy is and not to mess with him.” Timothy struggled to get up, but once he did he lifted the bat above his head, while Ryan didn’t notice and was still chatting with his fans. Timothy swung the bat onto Ryan’s head and there was a loud thud. Ryan instantly fell to the ground, and blood rushed from his head. There was a huge wound and there was already a huge puddle of blood forming next to Ryan’s body. Ryan’s friends gasped and one of them cried, while Timothy’s gang laughed and snickered along with Timothy. “That’ll teach him a lesson,” Timothy said, chuckling, but when I looked at his eyes, they looked concerned, and I knew that Timothy was filled with regret.
I averted my gaze once again to Ryan and started running towards him. His mouth was opened wide and his head wouldn’t stop bleeding. I immediately pulled out my phone and dialed 9-1-1 for emergency service. Before I knew it, an ambulance arrived to take Ryan to the emergency room, and transferred him to the back of the car. I got along with him, and so did some of Ryan’s friends. Surprisingly, Timothy did, too. “Why are you getting in, Tim?” Timothy shrugged, and replied, “Just to watch Ryan suffer,” I smiled, because I knew deep inside it wasn’t for that reason he had gone into the ambulance. The driver closed the trunk of the ambulance, and we all sat with a nurse near Ryan. Soon, we had reached the emergency service, where doctors and nurses were rushing Ryan to the surgery room, so they could stitch his wound. We all waited in the waiting room, tense to hear Ryan’s results. The room was quiet, as there was no one else there except a woman who was weeping quietly, waiting for someone who had been injured. The nurse at the front desk had already called Ryan’s parents into the hospital, and they entered the doors, sobbing. “My dear Ryan! Who is the fool who did this to him?” a woman with black hair cried, tears running down her face, which I assumed was Ryan’s mom as she looked awfully like him. “There, there, Violet.” the man next to her said, whose face was filled up with freckles, who was Ryan’s father. Finally, after almost an hour of anxious waiting, one of the doctors came out of Ryan’s surgery and gestured to us all to come together. “Is he okay? Will he survive? Can we see him?” Everyone clamored, gathering around the doctor.
The doctor pulled down his mask, and sighed sadly, then said, “Ryan had a huge wound in his head which we would have had to stitch together, so that’s one thing. But, he lost a lot of blood because of the surgery and the injury. Unfortunately, we looked in our blood bank for his type of blood, but his is the rarest in the USA; AB positive. Less than 4% of the American population has it. If we can’t get anyone to donate in time, then I’m afraid Ryan won’t make it.” Violet, Ryan’s mom, gasped and fell to the ground, crying, making a fuss. “My Ryan! Why did this happen to you!?” Ryan’s dad, Charles, helped her get up, as he shed tears, too. I softly cried, too, as I couldn’t believe that if Ryan didn’t survive, Timothy was a murderer. As the doctor was about to go inside the surgery room again, Timothy asked, “Doctor?” The doctor turned around. “I believe I am one of the 4% of people in America with an AB positive blood type.” The doctor’s lit up and he immediately took Timothy to check his blood type. When the two returned, the doctor was smiling wide. He called everyone, “Ladies and gentlemen, I believe this young man, Timothy, is willing to donate his AB positive blood type to save Ryan’s life.” Everyone clapped and chatter among everyone began as the doctor took Timothy into Ryan’s surgery room to begin the blood transfer.
After a few more hours, the doors of Ryan’s surgery room opened, and there was Ryan and Timothy holding hands and talking to each other. Ryan was in a wheelchair, a few strands of his hair ripped out, and his face pale. Timothy looked tired and there was a bandage where the blood had been taken out of. Both were crying happy tears and hugging each other like anything. I smiled as Ryan’s parents ran towards him to hug and kiss him.
As we all left the hospital and waved goodbye to the doctors, I had learnt a very important lesson today. No matter how many fights, or grudges, we hold against our friends, we’d do anything for them, even a huge sacrifice, just like Timothy and Ryan. Ryan was okay, now, and so was Timothy, though. I would remember this day forever, as it was the day friendship truly shined.