The Girl With The Gloves

Hospital Beds

Allie's POV

I'm panicking. There's no use denying it. My heart is banging against my chest and I'm breathing too hard and my head is spinning in circles.

The familiarity of having someone I love being in danger came back to me and I almost pull over. Then I remember Milo's situation and speed up. Fighters die in The Rink all the time. Whenever Boss goes crazy things tend to get very, very dangerous. I just hope that Milo was okay.

Soon, but not soon enough, I pull into the gym parking lot.

I had barely pulled the key out before I jump off of my motorcycle and practically run to the door, almost tripping at least twice. Opening the door, I freeze, ears ringing. There, dead in the middle of The Rink, was a huge crowd of people, mostly fighters. Boss was nowhere to be seen. None of them speak, just stare at who I assume to be Milo, even though it made my head spin and heart ache to think that way.

I fast walk to the crowd and started shoving people out of the way. No one says anything, though some of them glare at me as I reach the front and finally get to my friend.

I almost gasp at what I see.

Milo lay there half conscious and I wince. His face is bloody and he has a dark bruise under his right eye. His shirt had been taken off and he is now just barely pressing it on to what I guess to be a pretty deep cut seeing as the balled up article of clothing was now soaked in what I guessed to be blood.

"Fuck," I mutter as I pull my phone out and hurriedly dial 911. "Fucking shit, Milo, why do you always have to try and protect me?"

My eyes were burning now and I could feel myself wanting to throw up. I swallow. Now was not the time.

"911, what is your emergency?"

When I speak it almost scares me how calm my voice is. "My friend, Milo, has been critically injured." I glance at his unconscious body before continuing, "He has a pretty deep stab wound near his ribcage and he has a lot of bruises."

So calm.

"Okay, now, ma'am can you tell me you and your friends current location?"

Now this? This was risky. Bringing the police to the gym could cause a lot of trouble, especially for me and Milo. Thankfully, most if not all of the fighters that had been here had dispersed and the gym now just looked like an abandoned warehouse with the exception of the punching bags, weights and boxing ring,

"It's 4657 Galamore Road."

"Okay, we'll be there as soon as possible."

"Thank you."

The phone drops out of my hands. I feel oddly empty as I look at my best friend laying there. It should've been expected really, I guess. Things were never easy when you had a life like mine.

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Everything after that was pretty much a blur. Before I knew it the ambulance had came and I watched helplessly as the paramedics lifted Milo into the vehicle and drove away without another glance at the pathetic girl standing outside of the empty warehouse, no doubt looking utterly lost.

Even if I wanted to, I couldn't describe the drive to the hospital to you. I was too busy trying not to hyperventilate to focus much on my surroundings.

Now, I sat in one of the uncomfortable chairs of the nearby hospital. It smells of disinfectant and sick people. Unfortunately, the smell of blood was also there, slightly.

Looking around the room at all of the worried, disheveled people and families I could only imagine my appearance. The knees on my pants were soaked in blood from The Rink and just thinking about who it belonged to made me want to cry all over again.