S.O.S.
[The camera is barely focused, shaking as badly as the hand holding it in place. Yosuke looks fine, really, considering the circumstances of this post. He's shaken and pale, sure, and maybe there are a few cuts on him, but they're well out of frame. More than anything, it's the baldfaced horror on his face that makes all of this look a little more legit than your run-of-the-mill 'whoopsies, my finger slipped'.]
I--uh. [Coherent words weren't coming easily to him.] I...there was an accident. I was driving to the festival, and, like, this kid--[Yosuke turned his body instinctively towards the body laying next to him, accidentally flashing an image of a very crumpled, bleedy, glassesless John Egbert. He wasn't conscious, which certainly didn't bode well for the whole 'alive' thing, at least not over video. The camera focused back on Yosuke, where he appeared to be caught between word vomit and...actual vomit.]
I don't want to, uh, move him...if, um. I...his name's John, so! John...John Bagelhump, and...
[For a split second, even Yosuke was convinced he was going to throw up, and he looked it. When the moment passed, it was with a heavy breath and a panic stricken confession.]
I think he's dead.