𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

"rafe, no." sarah said, and when claire looked up through her teary eyes she saw her brother standing there with a gun in his hands and a smile on his face.

"rafe. what did you do?" ward asked.

"i saved you, dad." he smiled, "i saved you." claire stared at him in horror before her eyes trailed down to the bleeding sheriff.

peterkin started coughing and john b cam and kneeled next to claire, followed by Sarah.

"oh my god. oh my fucking- holy shit.." claire cried.

"Hey. Hey. Hold still. Hold still. It's okay." john b told peterkin.

he took his bandana off of his neck and gave it to claire.

"put pressure on it." john b told her.

"I'm sorry." claire cried as she saw that putting pressure on the wound hurt more, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Call!" peterkin whispered, "Call! she said again.

"Call for help." claire whispered to john b.

"Hey. Wait. Hey!" rafe yelled, noticing the radio in john b's hands. he pointed the gun at claire. using her as his threat.

"Rafe, no! Rafe!" ward yelled when he noticed the gun was pointed at his daughter.

"Don't try it, asshole or ill shoot her." rafe said.

"you're gonna shoot me?" claire asked.

"John B, give me the radio." ward said to john b.

"No." john b told him.

"Come on. Give me the god damn radio." ward says and grabs it from john b.

"Rafe, I've got it. Calm down." ward told rafe.

"Rafe, put the gun down." sarah yelled.

"Run." peterkin said to john b.

"I'm not leaving you." john b said.

"Run!" peterkin said again.

"john b, run." claire said and pushed him up. he started running off and rafe noticed.

"Where are you goin'? Huh?" rafe yelled. john b looked to claire then hesitated to run.

"Run!" she yelled and he nodded then sprinted through the long grass.

"Where you going, John B?" rafe yelled.

"No!" claire jumped infant of rafe when he pointed the gun up.

he shot the gun and claire tackled him to get the gun.

"Claire, no!" sarah screamed.

"rafe stop!" ward yelled and pulled his daughter away.

sarah and claire then ran to peterkin and tried helping her.

"Im sorry." claire cried, her tears falling down onto peterkin shirt as she held her hands onto john b's bandana to stop the blood.

"claire." ward said.

"What?" she snapped at him.

"Claire, I need you to get up." he told her, grabbing her arm.

"No!" she cried.

"I need you to get up." ward said.

"She is dying!" claire sobbed, "What is wrong with you?"

"Take your sister home. Get her home." ward said to rafe, "Get her home. Take her home. Ill take care of sarah."

"I'm not going until the medics come! " claire screamed.