Nefarious [h.s]

Chapter 52.

The way to the jet was hell. The car was destroyed so our only other option was to walk the rest of the way. Harry and I held up Liam as he limped the way there. Zayn tried to convince Niall to let him carry him to the jet but Niall just kept saying he's fine. So, Zayn and Louis stuck by Ni's side. 

I was getting more and more worried about Liam. I could tell his eyes were getting heavy and his body was getting heavier, he wasn't holding himself up as much. Harry could tell too.

"We are almost there, just a little longer." Harry gripped on tighter to Liam, holding him up. He nods his head and we continue walking. I could see the garage up ahead.

It's weird thinking about how just yesterday we were all at the beach laughing and smiling. We were in our own little bubble. Then I blinked and I wake up to gunshots. 

I can't help but think if they got to Lynn yet or not. I'm hours away from her. The only thing I can do is hope she is okay until we get there. I keep repeating in my head that we will all be okay, but will we?

Louis opens up the garage and we all climb inside the jet. Everyone is exhausted, I can see it on all their faces. You'd think once we made it to the jet my nerves would calm down, but no. I'm still just as anxious. 

Harry and I lie Liam onto the couch, propping up his head. Suddenly, I hear loud shouting from outside the garage. They're here. 

"Louis, we gotta go! Hurry up!" Zayn's thick accent shouts throughout the jet. I watch as Louis runs to the front, Harry closes the jet door, and Zayn shoots a few people before closing the window. 

"We're going!" Louis yells and jet begins moving out from the garage. I flinch at the sound of bullets hitting the outside but they get quieter as we get higher in the air. 

Everyone starts getting situated but my heart is still pounding hard against my chest. Harry reaches into a cabinet and begins tossing out clothes to everyone. 

"Niall, you need to get out of those wet clothes." Harry throws Niall some warmer clothes. "Stay awake, Payno." He shakes Liam's shoulders. "Zayn, get the med kit in the back."

Niall comes out of the bathroom in warmer clothes and sits down in one of the chairs. Finally, I head over, grabbing a blanket from a chair, placing it on top of Ni.

"Get some rest." I pat his knee and rush over to Liam. "Let me help. What can I do?"

"We can't go to the hospital because Malefic has connections everywhere and it's too risky. So, we have to go in and get the bullet out ourselves." Zayn explains. I feel like my stomach has dropped to the floor. "I need you to stay by his head and watch his pulse."

"Ella, he is likely going to pass out from the pain. So, you have to stay on top of it." Harry grabs my hand. "Can you do that?" 

I nod my head yes. I have to do it for Liam. He's been there for me and I have to do the same thing for him.

Harry lets go of my hand, "Alright." I look at Liam's face and his eyes are just barely open. 

"You can't die." I whisper, grabbing ahold of Liam's hand. He squeezes it the best he can in response. 

"We are going to start, Liam." Zayn grabs some tools from the kit and goes straight to Liam's wound. I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to watch. 

I feel sick to my stomach listening to all the pain he is in. His cries fill the air. I can feel his hand squeeze tight in mine. Please, be okay.

"I feel the bullet, I'm going to pull it out." Zayn informs Harry. "Get that flashlight." 

While Harry gets all the stuff ready before Zayn pulls out the bullet, I grab a rag and rush over to the bathroom to wet the rag. I sit back down and place the rag onto his forehead, trying my best to comfort him but I know there is no way I can make it better.