Dance for Me

25

ANDY'S POINT OF VIEW:

God fuck ahhhhh!!! I was taken back to DST's so their medical team could get the bullets out of me. This shit hurts like a MOTHERFUCKER!!! Give me the dickwad who shot me!!!

"Andy, calm down for me, let's take a look at you," a lady with reddish brown hair looks over me, cutting my shirt open as she examines the bullet holes. Bitch, don't fucking touch me.

"Okay there are no exit wounds so we need to remove these bullets. Go get the x-ray and bring it in here." She wraps her hands up in her blue gloves and grabs a pair of tweezers, bitch I will KILL YOU if you touch me with those things!

"Boss, what can I do?" James asks, it's so funny to me that he is squeamish from blood. He literally just shot people but is scared of mine? Idiot.

I pull his shirt down with my undamaged arm so he is eye to eye with me. "Make sure Remi is safe," I growl, as the ladies look at the films. He nods and backs off, pulling out his phone to make a few phone calls.

"Okay the bullets aren't far from the point of entry so we should be able to pull them out and stitch you up."

"No," I growl, looking at her with fury. "Don't fucking touch me."

"Come on Andy, don't treat Tess this way!" Jake squats next to me. Motherfucker are you the one with bullets in your body? Didn't think so.

"Jake, I need you to help hold him down so we can get them out of him. We need all the help we can get." She wraps her hair up in a quick messy bun and squirts betadine over the bullet holes as Jake and another man from his gang holds my arms down.

"Fucking traitor," I yell at Jake, emotions flying high.

"I know you don't mean it you asshole," he chuckles. "Here, you are going to need this."

He folds a belt in half and puts it in my mouth, god okay now the anxiety is here in full swing.

"Okay Andy, one, two, three!" Tess digs the tweezers into my shoulder and I bite down on the leather belt, groaning loudly. I won't let these fuckers see me cry. God come on just get the fucker out of me!

"Got it, got it," she pulls out a silver bullet, crunched down. It's amazing how such a small thing is the reason I'm in so much pain. I just know I'm going to kill the fucker who shot me.

James reenters the room, stress overtaken his face as he watches the situation. Ugh I can just punch his stupid face right now.

"What? Did you do it? Did you make sure he stays in my room? Do the boys know to fucking look after him?" I yell, Tess is starting to stitch up my shoulder, god damn this isn't even the first time I've been shot but I sure don't miss the pain.

"Boss, um, he left," James looks down at his feet, obviously not wanting to be the bearer of bad news.

"What the fuck do you mean he left?"

"Ricky um went up there and spoke to him, told him what happened with you and I guess he was acting really odd, like he wasn't surprised I guess? But he was really upset so Ricky left him alone. They said he ended up leaving like thirty minutes later and wouldn't speak to anyone."

"That, that doesn't, fuck!" I groan in pain.

"Okay your arm is done, let's start on your stomach."

I look up at James, breathing in deep. This one is going to suck. "Tell the boys to go find him and bring him back, do whatever needs necessary, it isn't safe. I know there's a man after him in Burbank and with all the shit that just happened here, someone's fucking after me too and he won't stand a chance. Get everyone to look for him, get him home now."

Jake puts the belt back in my mouth and I already start to grit my teeth on it. God I want Remi here by my side right now, I'm sure he'd make everything better.

Both men hold me down as Tess starts to dig around, I'm gasping back yells, fuck! God damnit why didn't they knock me out first! I'm going to kill fucking Jake when I'm done with this! Fucking everyone I swear! Especially that hazel eyes asshole I have tied up in holding right now. Especially him.

After about two hours later, Tess deemed me fine but to lay down, take it easy and not use my arm. I can't walk around a lot because of my stomach, fuck ugh I just want to go home. I want my home, my people.

At least this bed is comfortable. I grab my phone and turn it on, cringing at the sharp pains in my abdomen as I turn myself to reach it. I notice I have several missed calls from Remington, way earlier in the day, when my phone was probably off. None of the boys have even found him yet. What a e they even good at? Go to his job, look around, it's not that fucking hard!

I dial his number quickly, setting it to speaker so I can relax. Ugh I want to throw up, I need more pain medicine.

"Hello?"

Fuck, yes, he's okay! "Remi darling, what are you doing babe? I need you to come back home and wait for me...it's not safe."

"Are...are you okay?" He whispers, sounding petrified.

"Yeah, two bullets in me but I'm fine, I'll be okay. Why aren't you home? What's going on?"

I can hear him sniffle from the other end, "I'm the reason you were attacked Andy. I... I can't be the reason for you getting hurt."

Fuck, ugh, the pain is burning. "Remi, you were not the reason why I was attacked love. Something else serious happened and that's why I need you in my house under protection. I'll be home soon, okay?"

"Andy...Jeremy said he was going to kill you in Las Vegas...and you just got shot in Las Vegas...Andy...I can't have you getting hurt because of me! You have been so good to me, so good, but I can't let my baggage hurt you. I'm sorry, but I need to stay away, you are more important. I love you...please forgive me."

The phone hangs up.