Being a Star (Isn't Easy)
Chapter Eighteen
JD ran into the living room, seeing Josiah, Chris, and Vin sitting in there.
"Guys!"
"What's the matter?" Josiah asked, instantly knowing that something was the
matter.
"Ezra called, wanted to let us know that they were almost here. But, I heard
sounds... popping sounds! Then, there was a big crashing noise, and Ezra
wouldn't answer. The line's dead!"
"Alright. Do you know what road they were on?" Chris asked, taking charge.
JD shook his head. "He just said that they were close."
"Alright. I'll give the police a call, then we'll go looking for them," said
Chris.
TWENTY MINUTES LATER
"That must be them!" Vin exclaimed when he saw police cars and an overturned
vehicle.
Getting out of the car, Vin, Chris, JD, and Josiah hurried over to them.
Before they could reach the vehicle, a policeman stopped them. "Sorry. You can't
go over there."
"Look, Officer, Vin and I are part of Mister Standish's bodyguard team. Josiah
is his manager, and JD is his assistant," said Chris.
"Yeah, and I'm Prince Charles," the officer scoffed.
Just then, Josiah saw a detective that had been a police correspondent on two
films of Ezra's. "Detective Milhouse!" he called out.
Detective Milhouse turned, recognizing them. Walking over to them, he said,
"They're allowed through, Officer."
The officer looked half embarrassed and half irritated, but he let them pass.
"What's going on?" Vin demanded.
"They've gotten a Mister Jackson and a Mister Wilmington out of the vehicle.
They've been transported to Atlanta General. Mister Standish is still trapped in
the vehicle."
"He's out!" cried out one of the paramedics.
Two more paramedics rushed over to them with a gurney and a back brace and a
neck brace. Detective Milhouse had asked them to remain where they were, while
he went and found out what was going on.
A couple of minutes later, the detective returned. "Is he alright?" demanded an
anxious Vin.
Detective Milhouse sighed. "His leg is broken. He has some cuts and bruises. The
most serious problem though is the piece of glass stuck in his chest. They're
readying him for transport."
Before anything else could be said, one of the paramedics cried out, "We've got
to move him! His blood pressure is dropping!"