Neurotic (Jason McCann)

Chapter 24

Jason's POV

"Ahhh." All of us groan in unison.

We didn't get blown to pieces, thank God. We did get boosted of the ground though. The landing hurt like a motherfucker. The Peligros are definitely eliminated out of this problem. We just have to get the rest of their gang in Atlanta.

"Ouch! Fuck my leg, my fucking leg!" I turn around, seeing Za screaming in agony. I slowly crawl over to him, lifting up his pants leg. He's burnt pretty badly. "Shit man... it looks as if it's a third degree burn. We got to get you some help." I admit, nervously. Jacob and Alex run over to his yelling and screaming. They finally caught up to us, having their faces drop drastically.

"Damn it! You guys look horrible. We have to get out of here." Alex quickly lifting up Za, with the help of Jacob.

The rest of us painfully stands up. I hear gasp from behind me, but I didn't think nothing if it. I keep limping to the car. I hear loud feet running behind me, making me spin around cocking my gun. Cal. I swear Malarie and him, have so much in common. I almost think they're the same person.

"J-Jason now d-don't freak out my good friend." I stare at him with confusion, raising a quizzical eyebrow in his direction. Cal, yo what's up?" I wait for him to speak, seeing that he's freaking out, I look around our surroundings.

"You have a biggest glass piece I have ever seen, wedged into your arm." He points to the glass in my arm, that I only now noticed. "No! It's going to ruin my tattoo design, with a dumb ass scar. But fuck, it hurts like hell. I probably didn't feel it because of the adrenaline." I whine almost crying like a baby. The others laugh behind me, as if my tattoo design being ruined is that funny. I should've worn a jacket

We make it to the car. All of us except my brother, and Jacob looks fucked up. We have to squeeze in, since the truck is an eight-seater. I let Ryan pull the glass out my arm, it hurt so fucking bad. It almost seemed as if I was bleeding umpteenths amounts of blood. I couldn't seize the bleeding. Cal didn't want anyone to touch his arm, except my Malarie. I nearly ripped his head off when he said that. I'm going to keep a watchful eye on them two. When Alex told him we wouldn't be going home right away, he let Chris take the bullet out his arm.

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As we sit in the car, the drive is silence filled for the next thirty minutes or so. Some of us in pain, others bleeding, and some sleep. Alex pulls us into a Walgreens parking lot. The gang shares questioning looks with one another.

"Me and Jacob, are going to get you all some antibiotics and gauzes. You know, to wrap you all up." He says before him and Jacob gets out the car, proceeding to walk swiftly inside.

The car is quiet until Za's groans start up again. I really do not know how to comfort people, so I just gave him an awkward pat on his back.

"Jason text your brother, tell them to hurry up." I nod my head, pulling out my phone. 2:13 am, shit it is so late.

Jason: He Alex hurry up man. Za's in pain, and Cal is crying... O_o

Alex: We are in line now, be a little patient. Wipe Cal's eyes.

Jason: Alright man. And NO!

Alex: Kk :/

"They're in line now, hold on y'all they'll be here. Cal stop crying bro." I utter through the stabbing pain in my right arm. They weakly mumble a round of 'okay's' or 'alright's'. "Shit, my leg man." Za winces, trying not too move.

He has his leg on top of my lap. He knows if he wasn't this badly hurt, I wouldn't have let him do this. But you'll do anything for the ones you care about. He is my friend, my gang member, my family.