Oscar Diaz x Reader
You live in Freeridge and have a boyfriend. Someday you meet someone, who is called Spooky on the streets. You don't like this guy at first, but after a few adventures he's not such an asshole as you thought. Things might change...
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We all looked at each other. "We have to go now. Right now!" said Gabriel, "I'll explain everything on the way." We nodded and Pablo took up the word, "Sorry guys, I'm not running that much. I'll wait here and call someone. I'll come to you later. Whatever is going on, you can handle it. I'm sure of that."
Gabriel nodded to him and a few seconds later he ran off. Leon only followed shortly after him and I ran after the two of them. What was going on here?
After 2 minutes Gabriel finally started to explain, "Joker was shot. We can't take him to the hospital." Leon and I nodded to him to show that we understood the situation.
Of course, he can't go to the hospital. With Joker's criminal record, he'd be locked up and the hospital bill would be way too big. In the event of a gunshot wound, the police would question us and that would only add more trouble to the Santos.
A few more minutes and we have arrived at the Santos house. The two ran in front of me. I was just able to keep up. I shouldn't have missed so much cheerleading training. I think I'm going to pass out.
There it was. The Santos house. We are finally here. Leon and Gabriel stormed in and I stopped just outside the house and put my hands on my knees. I just have to take a breather.
Then I heard a noise coming from the house and the front door was thrown open. Gabriel called something from inside, "Get out cabrón before you lie on the table next to Joker with a bullet in your head." He pushed Jake out.
My eyes went wide, "What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked Jake, but Gabriel cut me off, "Y/n we need you in here."
I ran past Jake into the house. It was chaos in here. Joker was lying on the table with his face contorted in pain and Lucas was standing next to the table. "Y/n you have to help him. You had that first aid courses during the holidays. Please. He's my brother. Help him." Lucas asked me with glassy eyes, as if trying to suppress tears.
"What happened?" I asked out of breath. I made my way to the table and cursed, "Fuck." Lucas looked at me, "I was in the park with Jake and my brother. There were Prophets. They said something and Joker got mad. Then they shot him. We got here as soon as possible."
How am I supposed to help him? First aid courses or not, I didn't learn there how to get bullets out of a body. I nodded and stood next to the table on which Lucas older brother Joker was lying.
His hand clutched the wound on the side of his stomach. Blood oozed from the wound. Damn what should I do? I took his hand away and inspected the blood-supplied shirt and looked for an exit wound on the back. There was no exit wound, which means the bullet was still inside.
Luckily, I watch enough TV. Maybe that's not a good idea either. All of the Santos in the room stared at me. That is not helpful.
"Ok. Ok. Gabriel, you get a towel. Press it on the wound! Lucas, hold him tight! I'll get the first aid kit." I ordered and everyone nodded. I ran to the bathroom and got it and quickly returned.
