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°•° Lost °•°
*A Report*
------------------ "Get her out of there!" Elena screamed; eyes widened with horror as she ran across the road to North's destroyed jeep. "Elena! Elijah, help me!" Phil yelled as Elijah West shook, watching the jeep with absolute terror written across his otherwise handsome face.
"We have to pull her out!" Sean screamed as he knelt beside the passenger side, where Brett laid--unresponsive.
"T-there's so much b-blood." Owen swallowed hard as North, Raven, Silas, Nathan, Elijah, Phil, and himself pried open the door, before sliding it against the asphalt.
"Find Wil!" Elena yelled over to Kota, Victor, Corey, and Gabriel.
They immediately nodded before running over towards the white sedan, which laid on its side, feet away.
"Found him!" Victor yelled as he gripped Wil's arms before pulling him outside of the vehicle, before letting him carelessly flop on the ground.
"The EMT's have been called," Brandon rumbled, hands shaking erratically as he watched the women he loved being pulled out of the jeep; covered in blood. "Is she going to be alright?" Corey whispered as they ran towards the others, Wil in their grasp.
"She had a gunshot wound on her left shoulder--" North cut in as Phil, Sean, and Elijah crowded around Brett, pressing their hands tightly on her shoulder, and gently pulled the large piece of glass out of her side as the ambulance pulled to a stop beside them.
The EMT's surrounded them as they gently picked Brett up into their arms before laying her on a stretcher and lifting her inside the large vehicle.
"Who's riding with us?" a middle-aged man asked with a frown as he looked over Brett.
"Elijah will--between the two of us; he has the medical background." Elena's shoulders slumped as Phil placed his hand on her back.
"Don't let our daughter die, Elijah." Elena pleaded as she latched her arms around Phil as he led her away. "I won't," Elijah swallowed hard and jumped inside the ambulance as they prepared to take off.
"She's losing too much blood---" The middle-aged man sighed as he moved around Brett, gently wrapping her shoulder and side tightly. "Once we get to the hospital, the doctors will have to take over--with her wounds being this severe--she'll need surgery, and a blood transfusion." He told Elijah, who checked his daughter's vitals, "Her hearts slowing! We have to get to the hospital! NOW!" He yelled, freaking out as Brett spasmed, fighting their hold on her as she cried out in pain.
"Does she have any other injuries--than the side wound--and the gunshot?" The man asked Elijah who shook his head--"There has to be eternal bleeding, or blood wouldn't be coming out of her mouth--and she hit her head against the glass!" Elijah felt like crying, his daughter was dying. Quickly.
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------------------------ BRETT'S POV
TIME SEEMED TO PASS BY IN FRANTIC FLASHES. As odd as it sounds, I felt the life leaving my body.
I could see Dad's face above me--but that couldn't possibly be him--he was home, probably hating my very existence, for putting him through so much pain and heartache.
I hurt everywhere, but nothing compared to the pain of leaving my mom, Gramps, Atlas and the boys I loved.
I didn't want to leave them--I didn't want to die. But I guess I didn't have a choice in the matter.
I only hoped even after I was gone, they would heal and move on.
"We---move---now!" All I heard was a jumble of voices, as I felt my body being held onto tightly.
"Doctor! --severe---Elijah you must do this!" There were the jumbled voices again, as the pain struck my body again as my vision cleared.
Bright lights entered my line of vision as I was reclined on my back, being pushed forward quickly.
Was this this the hospital? Was I alone? Where was Mom--where was Dad?
I was getting delirious--thoughts passed quickly through my brain, and it took concentration I didn't have to focus on one thought.
But I continued to let them pass through my brain at a lightening pace, as reality crept in.
"Daddy?" I coughed as a face appeared above my own. A very familiar face.
"It's okay Brett--Daddy's going to make sure you'll be okay," Dad whispered as they rolled me into a room, connecting IVs and the heart monitor.
"She had eternal bleeding---she only has one fucking option! Surgery!" Dad argued as my eyes fluttered down over my cheeks.
I was tired...so tired.
"Dad?" I coughed yet again, "What's wrong baby?" Dad knelt by my side as nurses and doctors rushed around us.
"Everyone is here, Brett. Moms beside you--and Gramps...and even your boys." Dad said, causing me to smile slightly before losing it. I could hear their voices, feel their stares as I tried to open my mouth to speak.
"Dad, I'm sorry," I finally allowed my walls I had built to fall. "I'm sorry for being mad at you, Daddy." I whispered weakly as all sounds in the room fell silent all expect the sounds of rushing feet. "You have nothing to be sorry about, dolly." Dad smiled, as tears welled in his eyes.
"I've been trying---" A loud hacking cough stopped me from my rambling, "I've been meaning to call you for a while now--never got around it." I smiled slightly as Dad laughs and brushed back my hair. "It's okay--we'll talk later, okay? I promise."
But would we?
"Dad?" I asked again, feeling my world darken slowly, "Yeah?" He replied, eyes on my face as I felt myself being rolled away.
"I'm tired of fighting." I whispered, "Can you forgive me?" I sniffed if these were my last moments, I'd rather make things right.
"You never needed to ask, Brett." He called before the heart monitor jumped as my world darkened even more, and fantasy became reality.
I fucking swore I saw dragons race across my vision as the voices jumbled together once again, "We have to do it now! --"
