“Is he alive?” she demanded, half-frozen tears streaking her face. “Oh, God,” she cried when she came closer to the body, “there’s so much blood.”
“That’s a good thing,” Tony told her as calmly as he could, but he, Chris and Ashley were still quite out of breath.
“How the fudge is that a good thing?” Ashley wanted to know, by now sounding very much delirious. She pushed Tony away from the table to get a better look at her copiously bleeding boyfriend, not waiting for him to answer. “Please don’t die on me, Jeremy! Please!” Her sobs were starting to annoy King, but he was still rooted to the spot, most likely still in shock from everything that had happened in the last ten minutes. “I love you so much!” she cried out, and after she said that Chris glanced up from his work, almost dropping the baster in with the bowl of blood that was already almost halfway full.  
He seemed to ignore what she had said and asked Tony, “I think it’s done, should wee stop the bleeding now?”
Suddenly Ashley wasn't so ungrateful for them anymore. “Please,” she begged, her hands wet and red with Jeremy’s blood, as she had been stroking his blood-stained hair, “please help him. I don’t know what I’ll—” She half-glanced at Chris, and then turned back to Tony. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost him.”
“I know what I’d do,” Anthony said quietly next to King. “I’d smoke a lot of weed.”
“You already do,” King reminded him in a whisper.
“Well then I’d smoke even more weed.”
King knew it was now or never. “Do you have any to spare?"
"Sure,” Anthony said happily. “There’s some in my car. Wee’ll get it later.”
“Awesome,” King whispered back, and the conversation died down as they resumed watching the scene, both feeling quite awkward to be grinning stupidly when such horrible things were happening all around them.
King was sure this was one of the best perks when it came to smoking marijuana, because no matter how devastating the situation, no matter how quick a good day could turn around and become a bad one, whether someone died on your kitchen table or it was snowing in the middle of summer in a city that hadn’t seen snow in over thirty years—none of it applied to anyone under the influence of marijuana. He also knew this would eventually lead to anybody else in the immediate vicinity who are not also under said influence to consider said persons under said influence to be of no use to anyone in any situation, thus making said persons under said influence free to do whatever they pleased while everyone else panicked and worried about the current situation.