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saviour

WARNING!: mentions of gun crime, blood, physical wounds! this is the angsty one so don't read if you don't like angst

sorry it ended up being so much like the other one i've written before, it wasn't my original story plan but it's the only one that ended up working. hope you like it anyway :)

i hear the gunshot before i see rosie fall to the ground beside me. it echoes, booming around us and bouncing off buildings despite how busy the midday rush is. everyone turns to stare at us as rosie crumples to the ground, people start screaming and pulling their phones out to call for help, but i barely notice them. all i can see is rosie, the love of my life, lying on the street with blood beginning to soak through her shirt. for a few moments i can't move, my muscles are locked in pure terror, but then i hear her call my name.

in a second i'm on my knees beside her, hands reaching out to press down on her wound, desperately trying to stop her bleeding.

"rosie, can you hear me?" i ask.

"(y/n)," she croaks. "it hurts."

"i know, baby, i know. help is on the way, okay? you're gonna be okay."

i can tell she doesn't believe me, though, and i don't blame her. i don't even believe myself. i can see how much blood she's losing and every second that passes she gets more and more pale. i don't know what to do to, i feel completely useless, unable to help as the life drains out of her. and no one around me is helping either!

"someone do something!" i scream at the crowd surrounding us. them just standing there isn't going to accomplish anything. they're all too close to us, they need to go away if they're not going to do anything.

thankfully the ambulance arrives only a few moments later, but it all goes downhill when they try and pull me away from rosie. i fight against them, adamantly refusing to leave her side, but they don't give up until they manage to drag me away.

"you need to calm down, miss," one of the paramedics says. "if you want her to get help you have to let us help her."

my knees buckle beneath me watching the paramedics load rosie onto the gurney and the one behind me has to grab onto me to stop
me from falling.

"please, you have to save her," i beg, gripping his shirt in my fist.

"we'll do everything we can, miss, i promise," he says. "now, let's get into the ambulance and we'll go straight to the hospital."

i nod, not trusting my voice anymore as my tears get thicker and thicker in my throat. the man leads me to the ambulance where rosie has just been loaded and the second i'm in, they slam the doors shut and speed us off to the hospital.

i stick to rosie's side the entire time, my hand clasped tight around hers even though she doesn't seem to have the strength left to grip mine back, and keep my eyes trained solely on her face. there's blood everywhere else, her torso and clothes, my clothes, my hands, and i can even feel it drying on my face, and i don't want to see that. i don't know even know when that last one happened, i don't remember touching my face at all. honestly, i don't remember a lot of things other than the blood streaming out of rosie, the pain on her face, the-

i squeeze my eyes shut tight, desperately trying to force the images out of my mind. reliving them is not going to help anything. i need to focus on rosie and making sure she survives.

"hey, rosie," i say, reaching over to stroke her hair. she turns her head towards me and i give her the most reassuring smile i can. "i love you."

"i love you, too," she whispers back, voice barely above silence. i lean over to press a gentle kiss on her lips, doing my best to pretend there isn't blood drying on them, then close my eyes once again to silently send a prayer off to anyone who might be listening that she would be okay.