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Wounded

Darcy's POV

"Darcy! Gun!" I hear Dorian yell as I dive to the right.

The familiar deafening bang of the gun echoes around the hallway and I feel a sharp stinging pain on my left shoulder. "Fuck!" I yell. I instinctively clutch my shoulder and am met with hot sticky blood.

The pain is agonizing, and I curse out in pain. I screw my eyes shut in an attempt to deal with the pain and I can briefly hear Dorian land a few punches and there's a thump of someone falling to the floor. I groan out in pain again and Dorian runs across the room and I can sense her kneeling by my side.

"Oh fuck, you were shot" She says in shock. She bites her bottom lip hard as her eyebrows furrow in worry. 

"Yeah no shit sherlock" I manage to grit out.

"Okay move your hand I need to see the wound"

I begrudgingly take my hand off the wound and I can feel the blood drip down my arm and start to pool on the floor. I make a point of not looking at the blood and instead of looking at Dorian who is kneeling beside me. Her messed-up hair still hangs loosely over her face, obstructing my view which I'm certainly not thankful for. There's a few streaks of blood up her forearms and on her once-pristine blouse. Her deft fingers make a work of tearing off part of the sleeve of her blouse to create a makeshift tourniquet. 

As she attempts to stretch out the material she bites her bottom lip again which reminds me all too much of the kiss we just shared. As much as I hated to admit it, I wanted to taste her again. I wanted to feel her soft full lips on mine and trace my hand down every curve on her body. 

She wraps the thin material around my shoulder tightly and I grasp her thigh to deal with the pain. As my fingers dig into the material of her skirt I try not to imagine all the other things that would involve me grasping her thighs. 

"It's okay, just one more second and I'll be done with the tourniquet. After that I'll call 911 and everything will be okay"

She then picks up her phone with red stained fingers, and quickly punches in 3 numbers and puts the phone up to her ear.

"Hello I need an ambulance in the east wing of the national art gallery. He's been shot in the left shoulder and I've applied a makeshift tourniquet, but the bleeding is heavy."

"Okay, thank you" She says after a brief pause.

"The ambulance will be here in a few minutes, you'll be fine" She says reassuringly. 

She takes my hand in hers and gives it a squeeze. She looks into my eyes with her soft and wise ones and gives me a weak smile. In that small smile she gives me I feel safe. In that brief eye contact, I feel relaxed. Like everything is going to be okay. Even though I don't really know her, those chocolate brown eyes seem like home. The last person who could make me feel like this with just a knowing smile was my sister. I've missed the feeling, the feeling of knowing that I'm safe with just a small acknowledgement.

*I know that was a really short chapter sorry! I'll be posting another chapter today!*