American Dream ✦ Maloley

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"Jack! Where are you? I need you!" I yelled in panic. I called was Gilinsky because I didn't know what to do, and he was the first person I could think of.

"I'm at home...what's wrong?" He sounded groggy, he must have been asleep.

"S-Sammy, a-and Nate," I said looking at the two who were dubbed over in pain. "I don't know what happened but there's so much blood and they won't let me take them to a hospital."

"Okay, babe, listen to me. Breathe, they're going to be okay. I'm going to meet you at your apartment, get them in the car and get them to your place as fast as you can okay? I'll have Johnson meet us too."

"Okay," I nodded beginning to calm down. I wiped tears from my eyes and exhaled deeply.

"You can do this, okay?"

"Yeah," I nodded. I hung up the phone and opened the car door. "Baby are you okay?" I asked kneeling down beside Nate.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine just get Sammy in the car," he said ripping off his shirt. He covered his shoulder and with trembling hands I helped Sammy to his feet. I held most of his body weight as he struggled to the car, and I took off my hoodie and handed it to him since his t-shirt was soaked with his blood. I helped Nate up, but he was fine to walk, and he was biting his lip and clenching his fists as a result of the pain. I heard Sammy breathing heavily and groaning in the back seat and I began to panic again.

I stepped on the gas and sped home not even caring if I ran any lights or mowed down any construction cones. When I got to the apartment, Gilinsky and Johnson were waiting outside of the building. Together they carried Sammy inside, and I helped Nate. They cleared off the table and Sammy was yelling at how much blood he was losing. 

"You can do this," Nate assured me grabbing my hand. I nodded and ran back to the bathroom to find a needle, thread, cleaner and cotton. When I walked back out Sammy was in tears and I was shaking, beginning to doubt myself.

"Okay, listen to me, I need you to stay still, alright?" I asked walking over to him. He nodded and I wiped some of his tears away. Gilinsky even helped out by letting Sam hold his hand so he could squeeze it when there was a rush of pain. I poured disinfectant on the cotton and began to clean up the wound, and also mop up the blood off of his chest. He was wincing and biting down on his lip, but I knew he was doing the best he could to stay still. "I'm going to perform a suture, so I really need you to be extra still this time. It's going to hurt, but it's going to stitch the wound."

"Okay," he nodded. I sighed and Gilinsky handed me the sterilized needle and I quickly threaded it and began to stitch the wound. When the blood was cleaned up, the wound wasn't all that large, maybe an inch and a half in diameter, but he had accumulated so much blood loss that it was crazy. It didn't take me long to secure the wound, and when I did I had Johnson rush back to the bathroom and get me gauze. I wrapped Sammy's wound and cleaned up any excess blood off of his body.

I could tell that he was beginning to doze off from how low his eyelids were, but after I sighed with content when I finished stitching him he grabbed my hand and thanked me. "Anything to help a friend," I smiled and kissed his cheek. Nate was next, and he was sitting patiently waiting for his turn. I guided him into the kitchen and he sat on the counter while I removed the shirt that was covering his wound. "You're lucky, the bullet pierced your skin but it exited," I explained. 

"Fix me up, Doc," he smiled causing me to giggle a little. While I cleaned up the wound I had Gilinsky sterilize the needle again and it didn't take long for me to stitch up Nate. I covered it up in a bandage as well and kissed his lips. "Nice work," he grinned.

"Just don't move your shoulder," I said to him. He nodded and I looked back and saw that Sammy was fast asleep on the table.

"Should we move him?" Johnson asked.