Hell and back [Dukesaw fic]

Finally a hospitol

Heather Dukes POV

He lays limply to the ground, the razor dropping out of his hand. Veronica scrambles out of the way, shocked. She stared at him for a second, trying to catch her breath. The floor is stained with blood, everywhere, puddling around her, flowing slowly. A lot of it.

I just did that. Holy fuck, I just did that. I let out a breathy laugh, not because this is funny, I just can't believe that worked.

I look back to Veronica and my expression immediately shifts back to panicked. As she grabs her arms, squeezing tightly, she looks me in the eyes. A relieved, but angry glare.

I toss down the bat, and drop to the ground in front of her. I cringe as blood gets all over my leggings, soaking them.

"You idiot," she says, raising her voice, which cracks, "you're so stupid. Why didn't you just go call the police?"

"And let them show up after it's too late? I don't think so."

I wipe the blood off her arm with my sleeve, staining it brown. More keeps coming. Flowing steadily, and squirting out in some spots. The big one is the problem. I take my jacket off and press it to her arm, soaking it up, trying to stop it. It soaks it up quickly, parts of it almost completely drenched. I never liked this one anyways.

"God, we need to get you to a hospital." I mumble, as she leans against me. There's probably blood all over my shirt. She's in bad shape. She was already fucked up before, I can't imagine how she feels now.

"Yeah..." she pants, breathing heavily, "I need the gun first. you got the gun from my house right?"

"Yeah, why?"

I dig it out of my waistband, and hand it too her. She fidgets with it and clicks it shut. She aims it at JDs head and shoots, making me jump. It startles me, and I watch blood seep out the side of his head.

My ears ring and she smiles lightly. I haven't seen her smile like that in a while. I find myself smiling along with her. As sick as it is, he deserved it. We're finally done with him. No more.

Veronica stands up, and drops the gun on the ground. She stares at the body, a mix of satisfaction and tiredness on her face. Blood stains the floor, both Veronicas, and now his. Mostly Veronicas. Footsteps smear it all over the place.

"Let's go now," she mumbles and slowly goes to the door, stumbling along the way.

I walk along with her, slinging her arm over my shoulder. She leans against me, and I hold the jacket over her arm as best I can. Blood drips down her finger tips, along the trail as we walk. I check under the jacket, and blood still pours. We don't have time to stop and put pressure on it. We need to go, now.

It's a long, sluggish walk, trudging through the woods. She starts off fairly strong, but slows down the more we go on.

I can see my car in the distance and I sigh with relief. Veronica stumbles along, as she leans on me, weakly holding the jacket to her arm as i fidget with my car keys.

"It's okay, we're almost there," I say, "almost there."

I open the passenger door, and pick her up, setting her on the seat. She sighs shakily, and I get in the front seat, frantically starting the engine and taking off.

"Just hang on, you're gonna be fine." I pat her leg as her head lolls against the seat. She wheezes quickly, and shakily.

I drive with one hand, the other keeping the jacket pressed to her arm as best I can. She's mostly asleep, very exhausted.

"You good?" I nudge her elbow and she shifts, mumbling, "we'll be there soon, okay? Just breathe."

She nods. I feel terrible lying to her. Truth is, we've still got about a fifteen minute drive. The nearest hospital is out of town, but thankfully close.

I check the jacket again, and the bleeding has slowed. No more flowing, just clotting. God, my car is gonna smell like blood forever now. I'll have a fun time explaining that one.

By the time I reach the hospital, she's asleep, but not completely out. The walk definitely tired her out. I should've just carried her. Not the whole way, but at least the walk would've taken less of a toll on her that way. 

I scoop her up in my arms, and she doesn't move. I make my way to the ER entrance of the hospital, thankfully parked close. I begin to panic, as other people in the parking lot stare.

It's all a blur once I get inside, nurses and doctors, and whoever the fuck rushing around. There's not a lot of other people here. One kid with a nose bleed, and another with a banged up wrist. The smell of chemicals stings my nose and makes my eyes water.

She's taken away on a stretcher, and I follow behind. They don't let me into the room, but I can take a seat right outside.

The clock seems to slow down the more I stare at it. I tap my foot on the ground as I impatiently wait. A nurse comes out of the room shortly, although I can't wait long enough.

"Will she be okay?" I spit out shakily, trying to keep calm. Which becomes increasingly more difficult.

"Thank you for bringing her in, they're getting her stable as we speak. As far as suicide attempts go, slitting ones wrists isn't normally very successful but-."

"No, it's not...you don't..." I start crying slowly, unable to get my words out, "she-she wouldn't-"

"I know this may be very hard on you, seeing your friend like this. It can be difficult for you to understand why she would consider taking her life. You may be in denial of-"

"I'm not!" I shout, "she wouldn't-"

"Please don't shout in here." She scolds me calmly, "I don't want to have to ask you to leave, I'm only trying to help you here."

"Alright. Sorry."

I don't want to tell her it was a murder attempt. That won't end well for me or Veronica. First, there's the big possibility that nobody would believe me. Suicide is the big trend, not homicide attempts.

Then there's potential arrest. Sure, I had hit JD to defend her, but Veronica shot him all on her own. It was definitely the right decision, just not the most legal one.

The best thing to do is play along.

"Now, we're doing our best here." She says, "we think she'll be okay, but we're not sure of anything. You're welcome to come back in the morning to see how she's doing."

"Thanks." I mumble.

I try to peak into the room, but the door is closed. I scowl and storm out of the hospital. I get back in my car, and sit in the parking lot for what seems like hours. The seat beside me sits empty, still stained with blood.