StarCross

Hold

I am somewhere in between dream and reality. The dream still fresh in my memories as the sweater in my hands. This is the reason why it took me good few seconds to determine whether the scream was real or my mind playing tricks on me. I strained my ears to listen more carefully. I could hear hurried whispers accompanying restless footsteps.

"Bastard!"

I jumped out of my bed and threw open the door. Two agents were standing on their usual place with their backs to us and eyes on the windows while other agents were walking fast towards the guest bedroom. They had an urgency in their behaviour.

I don't wanna sound like an attention seeker but no one even noticed that I am standing here. Usually the creak of my door opening would make them all bombard me with questions.

I was still wondering that when I observed that Annie is not here. Looking around I expected her to walk in from the entrance but she didn't.

I grabbed the first agent who came in and asked him.
"What is going on?"
He contemplated before answering me.
"Agent Cross has been stabbed."

What?!!

I ran towards the guest room barefoot.

"The bleeding is not stopping."

"You should have...t- thought about it... before.... pulling out the freaking knife!!"

It was Annie.

"Annie?" I called out to her. Hearing me the doctor and nurse turned and I saw them relax visibly.
Without waiting for them to speak I rushed to bed.

"Good you are here help me hold her down." Dr. Charles spoke picking up a needle.

I walked towards the bed and my eyes widened in shock. She was half lying half sitting on the bed while the nurse is pressing on her lower stomach.

There is no doubt that she is in pain but she gritted her teeth to keep from crying out in pain. Her left hand was also pressing on the wound while her right hand is in fist. The said nurse had finished putting an IV in her arm for blood.

I sat besides her holding her fist in my hands gently.

"You shouldn't be here. Go." She ordered in a small voice. I shook my head.
"I am staying with you."

Surprisingly she didn't argue.

The nurse pressing her wound was struggling to keep the blood from flowing. The cloth she used to press on the wound was dripping with blood.

I picked up another bundle of cotton from the table and pushed her aside to take her place.

"Let me."

"I can do it." She objected. I was in no mood to take her nonsense.

"Well you are doing a shit job at it." I snapped throwing away the cloth from her stomach and placing the cotton on her wound.

"This will hurt a bit."
She moaned in pain as I pressed on it but the blood was not flowing as fast as before.
"Sorry." I apologized.

Now that the cloth was removed I can see the wound clearly. It was a good three Inch stab going deep. Blood kept coming out of it continuously. My hands clenched into fists. I wanted to hit something but I restrained myself. It is not a time for that I have to be strong and keep my composure. The emotional wreck can come later.

Dr. Charles cleaned the wound with some gause.

"How bad is it?" I asked getting more worried seeing his expression.
"She is gonna need some stitches.  He informed while malia girl put out all the medical gadgets needed. I followed quickly.