What the fuck is he doing? I thought as walked out with our glasses of coke. The sheer stupidity of jumping from the roof of my house to the garage was unthinkable. "Don't." I started but it was to late he had jumped, and for a minute I thought he would make it. He didn't. He landed in between the garage and the house he twisted upwards and let out a shriek of pain. The sheer stupidity of my old friend. This is it I thought he deserves this. But even as that thought occurred to me I reached for my cell and phoned 9-1-1.
That night, having seen Greg o the hospital, my parents gave me an ear full. Apparently I dared him to do it, or as it turned out, I pushed him myself.
The hospital phoned just after 9:30 to say that he was doing fine but may have spinal cord damage. Oh shit I thought, this is definitely not good. Not only was my best friend going to be crippled, but I was going to be blamed for it. What to do.