CHASING SAPPHIRE🔞

Chapter thirty three: Bloody bullets

~Cindy~

The door opens and Heather walks in. She looks angry.

"I don't know what kind of stupid luck you have, but I'm not losing my only chance, no." She brings out a gun and aims it at me. I gulp, my heart beat increasing each second.

"H-heather, just calm down, take a deep bre-" she pulls the trigger, I shut my eyes, wincing when I feel the bullet brush my arm. She shoots again, and this time, it goes in, my left arm. I hold it to stop the pain, blood gushing out of the Oh-so-deep wound. The black destructor falls to the ground with a thud. My vision blurs, but I see the tears pour down her face and I hear the door open. About three men rush to untie me and then I'm being carried, into a car. I see people, see their mouths moving, but all I can focus on is holding my arm tight. No first aid even.

I'm losing too much blood, far too much blood.

We get to the hospital in no time and I'm rushed to a room. I feel the sharp pain on my right arm, the little prick of the needle. Then, I become even more dizzy and fall into darkness.

~Ryan~

They rush Vincent to the hospital. For some reason, he's still conscious. Once we get to the ward, they inject him and then he goes unconscious.

I sit down in the waiting room, my head in my hands. This is is all my goddamn fault. If I hadn't left Vince on the roadside last night, they wouldn't have been able to take him. Today would have been the end of his life if not for Mr Gonzalez. And Cindy? Nobody wants to tell me where she freaking is!

She probably won't forgive me too. I caused this, all of this. I leave the hospital, the smell of blood and tears making me feel nauseous.

I meet the one person I hate so much right now, just in front of my bike.

"What. Do. You. Fucking. Want?" She stares at me, that fucking look in her eyes, boring into my soul.

"I shot her" my heart speeds up.

"Who?"

"If I can't have you, she's not having you. It was either to kill her or you. I chose the former" what the-

"Heather. Where is Cindy?" She laughs, she fucking laughs.

"Oh, who knows? Maybe six feet under, hopefully" she staggers, she's drunk.

"What did you do to her?"

"I told you already, didn't i? I shot her, twice. Fuck, my aim's still bad. I was aiming for her heart, got her arm instead. The girl has fucking luck" she breathes out, clearly annoyed. But I'm not listening to her anymore, all I see is red. I run into the hospital, straight to the receptionist who jumps.

"I'm looking for a patient. Cindy Jones"

"Uh sir, you have to-"

"-Just check, fucking check please" my voice breaks. She looks at me and her eye soften, looking back at her computer.

"Is she hear?" I'm pretty impatient, I have lost of hospitals to check.

"Yes, she is. But I'm afraid you can't go in there, there's an operation going on" I do a double take.

"Operation?"

"Relax, not a major one, according to the details, it's just to remove a bullet"

"Bullet?"

"Yes sir, bullet. Next"

"Wait, what of her ward number?"

"I'm sorry, i-"