i hope he's okay

                                    

                                          



( kind of forgot to tell you guys, but i thought it was kind of obvious but when i read it over it doesn't make the most since but bad, skeppy, quackity, dream, sapnap and a few others all live in California. not in the same city or town but there close enough to each other that they can just drive a few hours to get to each others house also i changed my style of writing i hope you don't mind and if it is harder to read tell me in the comments and ill try to fix it.) 



                          
bad's pov
                          
My vision went dark, I saw my vision fading in and out. I felt my skin start to burn. I hurt, I hurt so bad. I held the small child closer to me. his cry was getting louder by the second. 
                          
I stretched out my large pair of wings. I wrapped them around me and the child, trying to shield the poor thing from the fire that was slowly starting to burn holes in my charcoal black wings. I let out a loud screech of pain. 
                          
the child reached up and was just staring at me with curiosity. he grabbed my Brocken horn and started to giggle. he seemed amused with the black horn that had been broken in half when I was younger. I held the child closer to me. I looked around trying to find somewhere to run or escape. I spotted a small disturbance in the fire. I looked as the hole was big enough to fit a small child through. An idea popped into my head, and I was planning on fulfilling that idea. 
                          
I attempted to stand up, but a pain shot through my whole body. I fell to the ground, starting the child. Small sobs broke through the loud sound of the crackling fire. The child looked at the years that had started to stream down my face. He looked at me and let go of my horn. He must of thought that he was the reason for my sudden despair. I held the small child closer to me. 
                          
I stood up ignoring the pain that was now taking over my whole body. I rushed over to the small hole in the fire. I glared at the small hole. ' there is no way that the child can fit through that hole 'I thought to myself. I 
                          
stick my hand through the hole grabbed a rag on the ground that I had spotted earlier.o wrapped it around the child. 'It needs something to cover its face'. I looked at my cloak. I tour it off of me and wrapped the child with the cloth. It covered the child completely. I three the child through the small hole hoping that it would not catch on fire. I watched as the fire was starting to cover up the hole blocking my vision of the child. I hissed when the fire started to burn my arms. My vision turned into a blur then into darkness.
                          
No one's pov
                          
The ambulance raced towards the hospital. the cops followed quickly after. Their alarms were warning the other drivers to either pull over or to be arrested. Most of the people obeyed but there was of course a few that thought that they were an exception. Witch, they were not. Once the ambulance got to the hospital they rushed in a hurry. They pushed past everyone and pulled the stretcher into a large empty room. 
                          
The doctors ran into the room and spurred to get their tools. A nurse ran into the room with a folder holding bad's past medical records. They were surprised, to say the least. One of the doctors snapped out of it and looked straight at the demon that laid on the stretcher. She started to check out his current situation. She put her head onto his chest, bads heartbeat was slowing down. She panicked and started to do chest compressions. Once she noticed that it was not working as much as she wished it did. She started to do CPR. His heartbeat started to get louder and she calmed down. She then turned around and glared at her coworkers for not helping her.
                          
-after a few hours.
                          
" hello sir do you go by the name of quackity," the receptionist asked the boy the second he answered the phone.