3rd Person 

It wasn't until Sky took one last look around 24th street did he see him. At first, he had not recognized Josh, but when he approached the still body, he gasped at the sight of his brother lying motionless on the floor. He quickly rushed over to his friend, immediately spotting the blood that was oozing out of Josh's forehead into the cracks of the pavement like scarlet rivers. 

He pressed his fingers to Josh's neck, searching for any sign of life in his friend. Air immediately filled his lungs once more when he found the steady rhythm of a heartbeat pulsing through his neck. 

He turned Josh over, sliding his head into his lap. Sky had then proceeded to rip off a bit of cloth from his shirt, pressing it against the wound in an effort to stop the bleeding. Using his other hand, he pulled out his phone, hastily dialing Ben. 

The conversation was quick, only given the most prioritized information at that given time. But the phone call had sent off an immediate chain reaction, phone call after phone call spreading the news. But no one was sure if it was good news or bad news. Sky most of all.

"You'll be alright buddy," he whispered to his best friend, closed-eyed, lying in his lap. He proceeded to stroke his hair more for his comfort than Josh's. "I'll make sure of it." 

Despite Ben receiving the news of Josh's rescue, Grace had been the first to arrive. She immediately flagged Sky down, Chaz following close behind. She knelt down beside Sky, staring at one of the only father figures in her life. She sucked in a silent breath, steadying herself as to not have another breakdown. 

"He'll be alright won't he?" Chaz asked, kneeling down on the other side of Sky. 

"Yeah, he's got us." It was rather more of a question that a statement, Sky wasn't sure if he had been there enough for Josh through the diagnosis, but he vowed to himself that he would be more involved from now on. He couldn't let this happen again. He did not blame Ben, or Grace or Lizzy. He blamed himself. He should have been there. 

They remained silent, staring at their sleeping friend. They had received a few unwelcomed grunts from pedestrians who had to move around them as they cradled their unconscious friend. Sky had scowled at a few of them, disgusted that passers-by were being so inconsiderate. It was not his fault that they were blocking the way, but he was hardly going to move Josh, whose head was still bleeding. 

It was about 10 minutes later when Ben arrived at the scene, sweating buckets. He ignored his burning chest as he knelt down next to Josh, who appeared to be peacefully asleep aside from the crimson blood that stained his forehead. 

"You think we should get him to A&E?" Sky inquired, looking to Ben for leadership in the situation. 

"Honestly," he panted, running his hands through his damp curls, "I think it might freak him out more if he wakes up in hospital. He has to go in next week so we'll tell them then, and if he gets worse we'll go in, but I don't want to stress him out." 

Everyone nodded at his response, not arguing about it. It wasn't much later that Lizzy pulled up in a car, the car that would take Josh home. Sky draped one of Josh's hands around his neck, promptly picking him up, cradling the sleeping man in his arms. 

Ben climbed in first, taking Josh from Sky and settling his body so that his head was in his lap. Grace clambered into the front after placing the picnic basket into the boot and waving goodbye to Chaz who began to meander in the other direction glad that his friend was safe. 

"Ready?" Lizzy asked the boys in the back, making sure that everything was okay before setting off. 

"Drive slow." 

Lizzy nodded in reply, slowly pulling out of the parking space. She drove at a gentle pace as to not disturb the boys in the back who were busying themselves with making sure Josh didn't bleed out any more than needed. 

 The journey that could have taken 5 minutes at most took over 20, with Lizzy not wanting to jostle the car back and forth as to not cause any more harm. Eventually, they pulled outside of the apartment block and presently attempted to haul Josh up the liftless apartment block. 

Both Ben and Sky, by the time they had Josh was safely lying flat on his back in the apartment, had cursed multiple times wishing they had bought an apartment closer to the ground floor. Grace had been told to go and undertake some homework, getting her out the way so that they could focus on Josh. 

She hadn't liked the idea, huffing as she went to her room, mumbling that she would have been much more help than they initially thought. But no, she had been sent to her room. Deep down she knew it was best but she couldn't help but feel as if she was being cast aside or punished. She mentally scolded herself for being so selfish, knowing that Josh needed attention. She sighed, sinking into her office chair, lazily opening her laptop. 

She began to type away all of her emotions, not disclosing the current situation in her blog post. She had done this for a while now, writing down all her feelings, hoping that someday someone would read them and have a bit of sympathy for her. But she could never pull herself into unprivatizing the blog posts, so for now, they would remain shut away, unread.

Not that she wanted anyone to read them. They voiced the worse of her, especially Thomas. She had been so sure Thomas had taken Josh, but he had just gotten confused. Her head pawed at the motion that Thomas had done Josh wrong, maybe it was his fault that they had found Josh with his head cut. 

With an undying conclusion taking a grip of her, she crept down the fire escape climbing ten flights down until she reached the grim alley that separated her building from the others. It disgusted her, the litter scattered across the floor, the strange odor lingering in the air permanently, and she could have sworn she had just seen a rat's tail by the bin. 

She escaped the small ally, opening out into the street. She joined the pedestrians as they journeyed down the street, each going about their lives; dipping into coffee shops and clothes stores, some carrying shopping or dragging small children behind them. Each person with a different story, but one that would never match hers. 

Grace knew the route like the back of her hand. She had traveled along it some many times she could walk it blindfolded, although she hated to admit it. Her path led her to a small clearing, trees stripped by winter surrounding the frosted grass that was scattered with cracked, moss-covered gravestones. 

It was the graveyard he was buried in. 

She stuck her hands into her coat pockets, inviting the warmth to fill her hands in the harsh graveyard weather. She knew where he lay, the far right corner. Though she'd never actually got that far. She usually reached the bench, just within eyesight of the grave. But she had never come close to standing by it, she didn't even know what was engraved on his headstone. 

It seemed silly, he had hurt her immeasurably, but she begged for him to have a proper funeral, for him to have a headstone of someone who was loved. Even if she didn't think he deserved it. She didn't watch him get buried, he was lowered into the ground alone - it was a sight that she couldn't bare. 

Grace sucked in a breath, a winter chill traveling to her blood. She had to do this. Grace certainly wasn't filled with warmth, not anymore. Her brother's hugs used to invite such heat, but not the very thought of him sent ice through her veins. 

But it wasn't the same ice anymore, not ice of anger or hatred. More lonely ice. Ice of not seeing him again. 

She gradually approached the gravestone, marking where her brother was lying beneath the frigid grass. A small gasp escaped her lips, barely audible to her let alone any other mourners. She knelt down in front of it, running her fingers along the engraved letters. 

"Thomas Knight 08/03/1996 - 14/01/2018. Beloved son and brother. May he have peace with his parents." Grace whispered the words to herself, the only well to tell if they were really there or not. 

She couldn't help but feel sick at the idea he was with her parents, safe in their arms whilst she was left on the Earth. But. Something stuck inside her that day, after reading those letters, forgiveness. 

He had received his punishment, he paid for what he did. He was truly gone, Grace was alone. Sure she had Josh, Ben, and Lizzy but those were her parents, he was her brother. And they were gone. 

It was almost rage that boiled her veins, anger spiking to a peak because they were taken from her. The balance of life and death was against her, ever since the fire that ripped her from her parent's arms. Since the day that Thomas went mad. He was protecting her, just not in the right way. That became clear now. And she had been so spiteful to him. 

A tear for each death slipped from her eyes, falling down her cheeks, the water dripping as they reached the edge. She licked away the salt that danced on her lips, sniffling as she did so. A silent prayer fell with each tear, begging for them to return. 

She wanted them back. All of them. Even if they suppressed her. Mocked her. Threatened to take away someone who she cared for. She wanted them back. She needed them back. But, but she couldn't have them back. 

And that's what made her cry that day. 

She wanted them back.