The Inside Job

Chapter 5

What happened next can be explained in only two words. Utter. Chaos. All of a sudden there were bullets flying. People yelling. Me and my terrified self dove under the bed. I lay there for a moment and thought.
What the hell am I doing?
I got out from under the bed and happened to see a rifle. A WHAT!? I did a double take to make sure my eyes didn't deceive me. Sure enough there's a semiautomatic M-16 laying there just waiting for someone to pick it up and start shooting. And someone did. Me. I pushed the clip into place and cocked it. I stood up and ran to the front door. I slid into the doorframe and started firing. I managed to hit a few people. How many I killed, I don't know. But I definetly hit people. Finally after what seemed like hours of me shooting and them returning fire. The bullets stopped flying and the dust settled. I coughed through the dust. I slowly walked outside, weapon at the ready. I looked around up on the house and in the back I came back to the front and finally took a look at the carnage around me. The SUVs were still there three in the front and two in the back. The first three were were damaged beyond repair. One of the two in the back was on fire. But the one was in perfect condition. I took a look at the car me and Payne had driven in since New York. It too was on fire. I then realized with a start that we needed to get out of here.
"We're not even in Barbados yet" I huffed to myself. Wait. Where's Payne? All of a sudden I got very worried. I ran back inside with my half-naked self.
"Payne?" I called out, "Payne , where are you?"
"Please dont be dead yet" I murmured. I ran up the stairs as fast as possible and ran into the bedroom. I looked around the room before my eyes settled on the pool of blood that was rapidly getting larger around him. I fell next to him, pulling his head into my lap. I grabbed his shirt and tore it off of him. I didn't even bother to stop and ogle at his sculpted chest. I didn't have time to think I just acted. He was bleeding from his shoulder so I put his shirt against his shoulder to put pressure on it. I guess he felt it because he started to wake up.
"Ugh" he groaned.
"You've been shot in the shoulder" I said softly.
"Yea I can feel it" he said tiredly," first aid kit its in the bathroom" he mumbled.
I quickly got up and rushed into the bathroom to retrieve it. I put it down next to his head, I then promptly washed my hands came back sat down on the floor and put his head back in my lap. I got out some disinfectant to pour over his wound to clear away the blood around his wound. I then proceeded to get the bullet out. He winced and did a lot of moaning and groaning throughout my taking the bullet out. Next I had to give him stitches, so I carefully and slowly sewed him up. I cut the string and promptly began the process of wrapping up his shoulder in gauze.
"We need to get you into the bed" I said softly to him.
"Ok, can you help me up?" He asked pained.
"Yea" I said standing up and helping him to his feet, he was really shaky on his own feet so I slipped under his arm to support him and walked carefully to the bed and laid him down.
"Let me get you some painkillers, yea" I whispered.
"Yea ok" he murmured tiredly.
I walked back to the bathroom and got some strong painkillers and a sleeping pill. They'll help take away a lot of the pain and help him get some sleep. I then walked downstairs to find not much of the house had been damaged from the fire fight earlier. I walked into the kitchen and got a glass of water so he can take the meds. I trotted back up the stairs to where he was laying on his side with a pained look. I sighed and walked closer to him so as to not scare him.
"Hey I need you to sit up a little for me so you can take these meds for me" I said calmly. He groaned quietly but did what I asked him. He then took the pills. Swallowing them quickly then slumping back down into the bed.
"Get some sleep, Payne" I whispered. I debated kissing his forehead then thought against it. I started to walk away when he said.
"Wait" he called quietly.
"Yes" I asked.
"Call me Liam, and by the way, you look hot in my shirt" he chuckled then winced. I continued to watch him until he fell asleep then I realized what he said. I looked at my scantily clad body in shock. I was indeed wearing his shirt and I didn't even know it.
"You cheeky bastard" I laughed softly.