Bad Boy And The Emo Fall In-Love (remake)

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"Z get back here!" Ginger yells for Zane.

He didn't listen, he ran towards the guy not wanting to fail this mission. 42 liked to run, not fight, he was a weakling on the inside. Zane realized he's too far from the group now, it'll be hard for them to find him if anything happens.

42 turns a sharp corner, Zane does as well. He feel something sharp pushing into his side, and as he's still turning he felt it being moved inside of his abdomen. He yells and look down seeing a knife inside his abdomen, he looks up and see the guy backing away with fear in his eyes. He feels himself bleeding, a lot, and the pain is unbearable. But, he still pulled out the knife, and body slammed 42 into the wall. 42s hands goes up, Zane's new knife goes forwards and stabs him through the hand. He yank it out and 42 runs away, screaming and gripping his hand. Zane try's to run after but he finds he can't run anymore.

Zane holds onto his side with both hands, and slowly make his way closer to the street for the guys to find him. All cars passing by don't even make a move to help the teenager bleeding deeply on the side of the road. After all, Zane was just a normal gangster getting hit with karma. Except one boy, his headlights shine on the man as he turns, and he slows to a stop. Zane panics and try to step back as the boy gets out of the car, but he can't walk anymore. The boy grabs his phone from his pocket.

"Don't call anyone," Zane says and passes out.

He wakes up eventually, in a area he's never been, leaned against a tree in a flower field. It felt like a dream, like he died and this is heaven. But, he still felt the pain and he didn't see his family. He tries to stand but didn't have the strength. So, he lies back, keeping pressure on his side.

"I'm going to bleed out," Zane sighed to himself. " I can barely move."

But, a boy came over, a boy who looks slightly younger than Zane , maybe 15. Short, with buzzed blond hair, first aid kit and flashlight in hand. He crouched next to Zane, and started taking off Zane's shirt.

"You need consent for that," Zane groans and shift to sit up against the tree.

"Hello to you too. I don't need consent to save your life. Just sit still."

He tried to push him away but to no avail does the younger boy move, "leave."

"Do you really wanna bleed to death or do you want to stop protesting and let me help you live? All I'm gonna do is stitch you, don't worry to much."

Zane takes away his hand anxiously and helps slip off the rest of his shirt. The younger boy turns on the light and before he can point it at Zane's face, Zane points it to his side.

"Don't look at my face. If you look I'll have to kill you."

"Can I at least know your name?"

He stays silent, but figure it would be okay to use his work nickname for moments like this. So, he introduced himself as Z. The boy questioned what Z was doing that night, he didn't answer that one. Z punched and clawed at the dirt as the boy cleans it. Z puts his tie into his mouth so he can bite it instead of yelling. When the boy stopped cleaning, Z was already so drained of everything he felt like he was going to pass out.

"Keep your eyes open," Z look down at the savior, the young teen, who could be his age. "I know you're tired, but that could be because of blood loss, meaning it could be dangerous for you to fall asleep, and I don't have the right stuff to help you, why can't I just take you to a actual doctor?"

Z ignored him, "What's your name?"

The boy thinks for a second, "S," he smiles.

Z wants to roll his eyes, or smile, or laugh. He goes for a small smile. The kids a smart ass, but Z finds that funny.