Tell Me The Truth -H.S. AU

38

Harry passed out in the house and Niall and Cas had to carry him to the car. I don't know when Cas got here, but I'm grateful he did. He is stone cold sober and driving us to the hospital. I tried to find a phone to call an ambulance, but Niall said it would take too long for them to get there. So they scooped Harry up and carried him out themselves.

I'm in the backseat, straddling Harry's legs with a towel pressed to his bleeding wound. I'm trying to keep a decent amount of pressure on it, and I'm sure it hurts like a bitch, so I'm not surprised when he comes to.

"God damn it!" He yells and jerks his head up from the seat to look at me pressing on his stomach. "What the fuck? Did I get shot?"

"Yes." Niall, Cas and I all say at the same time.

Harry's eyes fly up to mine, filled with panic. "Are you okay? Is everyone okay?"

"We are fine Harry, you're the one that got shot." A humorless laugh escapes me as another tear rolls down my face. "How far? He's bleeding a lot."

"We're getting closer." Cas tells me, which means we aren't close at all.

The car jerks with every bump and dip in the road and Harry groans in pain. "Think you could miss maybe one pothole, mate?"

Cas ignores him and I catch Niall's stare when he turns around to check on Harry again. Tears are welling in his eyes and a one rolls down his cheek that he quickly wipes away.

"Why is he still bleeding so much?" Niall asks, his voice cracking in fear.

With one hand still on the towel at his hip, I use my other hand to examine him further. I push his jacket out of the way and I follow another trail of blood to find another wound up around his ribs. There was two gunshots?

"Oh, fuck. He's been shot twice. Once in his stomach and another bullet grazed his ribs." I quickly look around the backseat of the car for anything I can find to stop the bleeding here too. My hand travels over something soft and I pull it out from under the seat. It's the quilt Harry used to wrap me in the day Johnny attacked me.

Harry is looking up at me, eyes starting to glaze over from shock.

"This is going to hurt, baby." Without any more warning, I apply pressure to the gunshot wound on his ribs with the soft material of the quilt wrapped around my hands. He wasn't awake for the pain of pressure on the first wound, but this one is going to be excruciating.

In reflex, his hands come up to wrap around my wrists as he cries out in agony. He's with it enough to know if he holds onto me, he'll hurt me. He removes his hands from me and brings them to his face to yell into instead. His body is writhing below me in resistance to the pain as I keep putting pressure on his two wounds. No matter how much I want to, I can't stop, he's already bled so much.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I whisper frantically, tears springing up in my eyes as he continues screaming beneath me. I try my best to blink them away, because after all, I'm not the one with two extra holes in my body.

"Violet, do not let him pass out again." Cas shouts from the front seat over Harry's cries.

Niall and Cas begin to argue about the fastest way to the hospital, and I tune them out. Harry has started to quiet down some and his eyes are a little more glassy.

"Hey, H." He shifts his eyes to mine, he's no longer yelling from the pain, but a silent tear falls down the side of his face. I quickly reach out to wipe it away, hands shaking, and I see that I am covered in his blood up to my elbows. I inhale a slow breath to steady myself so I don't panic. "You're so dramatic. Getting shot twice just so I can't be mad at you."