Louise Rennison_Georgia Nicolson 09 by Stop in the Name of Pants!

“Georgia, love, please talk to me. Please say something, please.”
    I don’t know how long I stood there with the tears falling, but then I felt a big pain in my heart like someone had kicked it and then stuck a knife in it. And I think a noise came out of me, you know like when people are in pain and they make like a deep groan. It didn’t feel like my voice, just likesomeone in pain very far away.
    I think it must have been real because the next thing I knew Jas had her hand on my shoulder. She said, “What’s happened, Gee, what’s the matter?”
    I couldn’t say, I could only cry and shake.
    Jas took the phone out of my hand.
    â€œHello? It’s Jas. What has happened?…Oh, no. Oh, no.”
    As she was speaking Jas had put her arm around me. “Yes, yes, I’m here, I’ll look after her. I’ll come with her in a taxi. Yes, yes, I’ll look after her, we are all here, we’ll take care of her.”
    By now the ace gang had come out into the hall and when they saw me they came and all hugged me. I just wanted to be unconscious, I think. I wanted to tear my head off so it wouldn’t have anything in it.
    I can’t really remember what happened, but I know I was shaking so much that Jools’s mum wrapped me in a big blanket and the taxi arrived. I cried and cried into Jas’s shoulder and she made those noises that people do, not really words, just like “there, there—sshhhh” like you do when little children have nightmares. She was rocking me.
    When we got to our house all the lights were on in the front room. I could see Mum looking out of the window as we pulled into the driveway.
    When I tried to get out of the cab I couldn’t make my legs work and the cab driver got out of his seat and came and picked me up. He said, “Don’t worry, love, I’ve got you.”
    He carried me into the house and when he put me down, Mum and Jas got hold of an arm each to make me safe. As he went the cab driver said, “Look after her, there’s no charge. God bless.”
    My voice was all croaky when I tried to speak. I said, “Where…is he?”
    And Mum said, “I put him on the sofa.”
    It was really weird going into the front room, it was like a gale force wind was blowing, I was sure it was real, I could hear it whooshing against the door. Trying to keep me out. I felt like I was walking into the wind trying to get to Angus.
    He was on the sofa wrapped up in the blanket, his eyes all closed and his mouth half open. There was a big deep red gash on his head. I went over to him and looked down and my tears splashed onto his face. How could I live without my furry pal? He wasn’t supposed to leave me. In that moment Iwould have actually rather it was me lying there.
    I sat down beside him and put my finger on his nose and stroked it. It was the first time I had ever been able to do that. He would have attacked my hand when he—when he—and I started wailing again, just saying, “Oh, Angus, Angus, I love you, I love you more than anything.”
    And then a little noise came out of him. Like a little growl.
    I yelled, “Mum, Mum, he’s alive!!! He’s moving!!! He’s alive.”
    Mum came over and put her arms around me. “I know he’s still breathing, love, but when I phoned the vet I told him what had happened and what he looked like—the vet said he would have internal injuries and that really the best, the kindest thing, would be to put him to sleep. He’s coming over now and going to take him to the surgery and—”
    I leapt up, “He is NOT going to be put to sleep. If anyone tries to do that, I will KILL them. I mean it, Mum. It is not going to happen. No, you can’t let him. I won’t let him.”
    The doorbell rang.
    thirty seconds later
    I must have looked like I was going to kill the vet. He looked at me and then he said, “Let me