//One. Kevin's POV

Kari was always a safe driver. She'd look both ways, and stop at a yellow light. When I got that phonecall last night, I could've punched myself. I sat there by Kari's hospital bed holding her hand. Her eyes were closed and her long thick dark brown hair was in her face. I slowly moved it out. She looked so beautiful. "Kari.. I'm so sorry" I whispered. This was all my fault. Me and Kari had gotten in a fight the previous night and well.. she stormed out angry. She got into her car and drove off. I didn't know what I was thinking when I called Jen over. I regret ever fighting with Kari.

I tried to remember what I was doing that hour of her life. I was making out. "Kari.. please don't leave me" I pleaded softly as tears rolled down my cheeks and onto her pale hand. If she died, I don't know what I would do without her. I knew what I had to do. I slowly picked up a needle and slowly moved it towards my arm. If you die, I die with you I thought. The door flung open and I saw Joe. "Kev, don't" he warned coming closer. "Stay there" I said crying. He jumped onto me knocking me onto the ground. "Stop! Get off!" I shouted. I suddenly felt Joe get very still. "J-Joe?" I asked softly. He was lying on me motionless his eyes closed with a needle stuck in his arm. N-No I thought rushing over to him.

I pulled the needle out and threw the needle skidding across the floor. "Joe.. you can'd die on me" I said crying. "Nurse! Nurse!" I shouted. A nurse came rushing in. She saw the needle and instantly rushed out. She then came back with two nurses and a doctor. They had a stretcher and carefully placed Joe on. The two nurses wheeled him away. "Kevin" the doctor said picking up the needle. "What happened?" he asked softly as calmly as he could. I felt my hands shaking and I felt very sweaty. "I-I don't.. i-it.. he jumped on me.. a-and I must've stabbed him in the arm by accident" I burst out crying. Now two people I deeply cared about were in the hospital. The doctor examined the needle. "We'll have to run some tests to see how much medicine you injected into him" he explained.

He got up leaving me on the floor. "Will he be okay?" I asked. "Is he going to die?" I asked. The doctor shrugged while walking towards the door. "I can't tell. But you'll be the first one to know. I promise" he said. I nodded as he walked out the room. Most people who know me think of me as a mature and responsible twenty year-old. I am mature and responsible. But would a responsible person cause two people to be hanging on a thread to their lives? I don't think so. I feel very scared. And very confused.