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CHAPTER NINE
it's all my fault---
SHE DIDN'T KNOW HOW SHE did it, but Margaret Herbert managed to convince Joey's father to take her to the Regis school, although knowing that the man didn't exactly take a liking to her. Maybe this could all be out of an act of kindness for him; Margaret had made mention to him that her best friend was in the place he was going to, so it was plausible that that was the reason.
The sight of a female body hitting the ground and a male body being thrown over the railing shocked them both. They were both unaware to if they were dead or not, but it was not like they could step out of their vehicle and waltz down to the courtyard where terrorists were shooting their loved ones; they'd ultimately be the ones who were shot.
They watched as medics arrived on the scene quickly per Luis' orders, him claiming that it was all entirely an accident. The look on Felicity's step father's face was devastating as he delicately touched his wounded daughter. He didn't want her to die; she couldn't die. Edward Parker then looked over at Joey who's injury was not nearly as horrible as the girl beside him. It was as if they were unconscious, but they were lying so still that it was hard to tell if they were breathing. Oh, how he hoped that they at least had a touch of air left in their intoxicated lungs.
He helped the medics pile the two bodies onto an ambulance and observed as they hooked them up to a temporary life support. One of the nurses helped to tend their wounds by gingerly removing bullet caps that stuck to the inside of their skin and wrapping a gauze around their shoulder.
The ambulance began to drive to a nearby hospital with Margaret and Albert Trotta following behind in their car, unable to speak from the terror they just witnessed. They couldn't even begin to comprehend how much pain the two teenagers must've felt when dozens of M60 bullets tore through their skin and they would've given up to the world to do one little thing that prevented Joey and Felicity from feeling that agony.
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Joey groggily woke up from what seems like a long nap and was confused to hear subtle beeping from a life support nearby. All of the vivid details from that moment came pouncing back into his brain whilst feeling a pang of pain in his arm, clutching it for stabilization. He was thrown over the railing, he remembered, but by whom? Carefully sitting up, he looked beside him where he saw Felicity, lying motionless in the bed that was identical to his, and his heart sank.
The girl looked horrible; she was pale, her lips were tight, and her skin was covered in dried blood and bruises. It was almost impossible to tell if she was alive or not.
"Oh my God, he's awake," he heard a boy speak with surprise in his voice. He repeated the phrase again before running into the hospital room where the two were resting. They didn't care if they weren't exactly permitted to be in the room; their best friend just woke up from days of slumber. Billy ran to the side where Joey wasn't injured and gave him a cautious, but nearly bone crushing embrace, knowing that he could injure the boy even more by this action. "Oh my god I can't believe you're awake!" He was so ecstatic that he had begun to ramble to him about what happened while he was in a coma, saying that they managed to kill the terrorists with the help of the dean and US military and the school was finally safe. Copying Joey's previous action, he noticed Felicity.
"Is she gonna be alright?" his voice wavered.
Joey shrugged. "You'd know more than I do; I've been in a coma for how long and you've been alive," he said plainly. He hesitated for a moment. "...I really do hope she's alive. I would never forgive myself if-" he paused abruptly, realizing that none of his friends knew about the incident in the dorm room. "...forgive myself if she isn't because I was being stupid."
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