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In one moment I'm carrying Louis outside and in the next, I'm on the floor with Louis around me.
I push up in the sitting position, turning Louis so he's laying on his back. Blood is rushing out of the bullet wound fast, coating his T-shirt and the grass in red. I put my hands on his stomach, applying pressure.
"Louis! You dummy, why did you do that? Why —? Why?" I cry out, not bothering to wipe my tears.
"I love you," I hear him whisper as he smiles before closing his eyes.
"No! No! No! Louis, stay awake! Don't close your eyes! I love you. Please, don't fell asleep," I beg him as I kiss his face. I wipe my eyelid with my hand to get rid of the blurriness, smearing blood on my face. "Edward! Marcel! Anyone!"
"What is it Harry?" someone yells as I hear footsteps inside the house. I look to the entrance in time to see Marcel standing there in shock, looking between the guy laying in front of the door and me pushing on Louis' wound.
"Edward! Bring the keys we have to go!" he yells as he starts running to us, getting on his knees beside Louis' head, putting it on his lap.
"Louis? Louis! Wake up!"
"He pushed me out of the way," I whisper.
"Jackie, secure Diego! Do not let him escape!" I hear Edward say as he comes near us. He stops for a second, pale as he sees how much blood there is. He runs to the car but I don't follow him with my eyes. I look at Louis, he looks like he's just sleeping. In peace.
"Pick him up! We have to hurry," Edward panicky says as he stops with the car near us. Marcel and I carefully hold him and place him in the car backseat, him getting in with him so he can continue pressing on the wound. I sit in the passenger seat.
"I'm driving him to the nearest hospital."
"What do we say if they ask questions?"
"They won't. I'll make sure of it."
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