Fandom Block Party

Ana’s eyes suddenly fluttered shut without warning. She slumped up against Johnny, completely limp.

Johnny looked at her in alarm. "Ana?" He asked, shaking her softly. He stared at her for a couple of seconds. Johnny began to hyperventilate, "Ana!" He yelled, shaking her a bit more. She didn't move. Oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap. "ANA!" He screamed, trying to prop her up. "GUYS! HELP!" He shouted even louder. Dally stared at Johnny in his desperation.
"What's up?" He asked, trying to stay calm.
"Oh god... oh man..." Johnny couldn't breathe, "ANA! WAKE UP!"
"JOHNNY- CALM DOWN!" Dally yelled back. He couldn't. Crap she's-- no no. No. She's fine. She's gonna be fine, Johnny.

“What in the devil?” Alexander said. “Jesus, the grip that Jealousy had on us was more powerful than I first thought..”

"Help!" Johnny cried to Alexander.

Tears began to stream down his face as he stopped shaking Ana and put his face into his hands. His head began pounding again. Boom, boom, boom
"Johnny it's oka..." He couldn't hear what Dally said. Boom, boom, boom His hands trembled ferociously as his breathing grew heavier and heavier, "Johnny, are you alri..." Boom, boom, boom Oh man... His stomach felt like it was tied in a bazillion knots. Dammit. For once somethin' great happens and I just had to screw it up. He began to feel dizzy, the garden swirling around him a hundred times.
Dally's eyes widened as he struggled in pain to stand up. "Sh--" He gritted his teeth, "Johnny--" He gasped.
Boom, boom, boom He had to be dying. There was no way to survive this.
Dally looked at Alexander pleadingly before he crumpled to the ground on his way to Johnny in utter, agonizing pain.
Boom, boom, boom... and... darkness.

Emile gasped at the horrors surrounding him. Heart pounding in his chest. He felt awful. He hadn’t done anything. He’d just stood there and watched. Stupid, failure of a person- he thought. Stupid, stupid, stupid- He rushed over to check the fallen’s pulses. DANG IT PICANI, WHY BE SO STUPID-

Emile exhaled when he felt a pulse. But still, he was pretty worried.

“Ugh, if only I’d gotten that doctorate for physical stuff instead of therapy...” he muttered.

"She's probably just exhausted." Alexander shrugged. "Let the girl rest,"

Emile nodded softly.

“You have a point... s-sorry- I just get nervous easily...”