A Wake Up Call I Wished I Had Never Woken Up To

I awoke at five AM to desperate cries of attention. I noticed Katie had not woken up, so I got up myself and slipped into the next room to see Skye in her crib, tears streaming down her face. The moment I picked her up she stopped crying. Ive helped Darry raise Pony and Kit for the past three years, but Ive never had someone depend on me like this. I cradled her in the rocker until she fell back asleep, and just as I placed her back in the crib I heard a knock on the front door.
Who the hell could be knocking on my door at 5 am?

I flipped on the porch light, and opened the door to reveal a police officer standing on my porch.
'I DIDNT DO IT!!' was the first thing that popped into my head, little did I know, I rather have been in trouble than to hear what he was about to tell me.
"Are you Sodapop Curtis?" He spoke in an deep authoritative voice.
"Yes sir, is there a problem?" I put on my respectful attitude.
"I'm afraid there was an.....accident. You were the first contact we could find, I need you to come down to the County General..." he informed.
The County General? That was on the other side of down town? Why did I need to go there?

I ran back upstairs, grabbed my jeans, and put on the first shirt I could find. I woke up Katie and told her what was happening, and I would be back when I could.
I slid into the passenger's seat of the sheriff's car. Funny, didn't think Id ever be riding in this seat of a cop car.
The sheriff explained that there was a situation...
"I believe one of your friend's had an accident..." he started, "..well actually it wasnt an accident at all...it was on purpose.."
I was a little confused.
"Sir, I'm sorry but my brain doesn't kick in till 7 am, can you please explain to me what is going on?" I admitted.
"One of your friend's attempted suicide." He stated.
Who? How? Where? When? and probably most importantly Why?
So may things were going through my head. First of all I wanted to know who. Maybe Elena...that was sort of believable...but then why wouldn't they contact Dimitri?
Or Johnny.... we haven't heard from the kid in a while, his life was never easy....What if it was Kitty? I knew the secrets she dared to never tell, I knew what she struggled with...but God please not Kitty...
I envisioned every possible scenario in my head with almost every person from the gang. The sheriff looked at my face and quickly explained what he knew,
"We do not have an identity, that's part of the reason why we contacted you. You were the only one who had a listed address. According to the report, he was found on the doorstep outside after apparently breaking into his own house. It looked liked he consumed about everything in the medicine cabinet, and his blood alcohol level was .35%...".
I was trying to process all this information...it was a guy, so that ruled out Kit, Elena, and all the other girls in the gang. But who? And .35%??? They could easily die....mixed with all the drugs he took in.... things were not looking good.

We arrived at the County General, and I was directed to one of the doctors there. "Unfortunately we have done all we can, and he has not responded yet so all we can do is wait..."
He guided me down the hall towards whichever of my friends was lying in a hospital bed. "We've pumped his stomach, and hooked him up to IV's, but....It's hard to tell with such a high alcohol level."
I wanted to cry...but not knowing who I was crying for sort of made it difficult. I wanted to think they got the wrong guy... that somehow there was a mix up and I didn't know this person at all, but once I stepped foot into that room, that hope died. The first thing I thought of to do, was to contact the person closest to him. I pulled out my phone and struggled dialing the number...
"Hello?"
"Blair? There's been an accident..."
"What? Soda? Are you okay?"
"Blair..... Dallas tried to kill himself."