Wᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ & Tʏʟᴇʀ Oɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

Lᴏsᴛ★2

I was hysteric.

My ears were on mute, mind foggy and body trembling rapidly.

"Tyler, Tyler, please. Please, baby." I gasped, the dam of my eyes have broken past and it was a constant stream raining down my cheeks.

"I-I'm sorry, Wens." He sputtered, coughing some blood out, both of our hands pressed on the wound, blood still oozing out like a damn waterfall. "I love y-yo- you." He coughed some more.

"Shhh, shhh save your energy. The ambulance will be here soon. Don't worry, okay? Don't worry. You'll be okay." I sobbed, "You'll be okay." At that point, it felt like I was only assuring myself.

I carefully held his head and pulled him up to cradle him close to my chest, brushing some sweaty hair off his head and holding him so close so no one could take him from me.

"I-it's okay, baby." He stuttered through loud gasps of breath. I could see how pale he was becoming, it made me sick to the bones. "Let m-me go, hm?" He was breathing raggedly as he spoke.

I could swear it felt like someone had pierced a knife right through me and I started sobbing even harder, cradling him like my life depended on it. And it actually did. I couldn't live without him.

"No no no, s-stop. D-don't say this. Don't do this to me. You k-know I can't live without you. Just hang on a little longer, okay?" I hiccuped, kissing his head several times.

"Hm." He hummed and closed his eyes.

"Ty?" I queried, looking at his face for any sign of life, my eyes anxious and heart racing miles per second. "Tyler? Baby, wake up. Come on, Ty. Don't do this to me. Please, open your eyes." I cried, shaking his shoulders, patting his cheeks.

To answer me, his hand fell from my grip and thudded on the cold ground, limp.

"No no no no no no! This isn't happening! This is- where the fuck is the ambulance!!" I screamed, pulling him closer to me. I have completely gone insane at that point.

Then I saw that bastard who caused this. Somehow his face was full of regret and fear. He knelt down by us and if looks could kill, he'd have been 6 feet under.

With shaky hands, he grabbed the scarf from around his neck and stretched it toward Tyler's wound to press on it.

I pulled us back, slapping his hand away as hard as I could.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE TOUCH HIM!" I growled, deadly hiss left my lips and he was genuinely scared. He took a step back.

I was losing my mind the more I watched my boyfriend getting paler by the second.

I rocked us back and forth while whispering sweet nothings into his ear, I was no longer on earth that time.

The sirens of the ambulance invaded my haze but I was far too gone to activate.

I saw paramedics rushing to us and trying to pry Tyler away from me. I thrashed and yelled, not wanting to let him go but eventually, Xavier stepped in and held me back as they took Tyler on a gurney and put him in the ambulance.

I pried myself off him and ran after my lover. They let me in and the doors were closed, I watched in terror as they started working on him.

One of the medics put an oxygen mask on him while another aided to the bullet wound.

I held his hand as tight as possible, silently begging to God that he return my boyfriend to me.

When we reached the hospital, Tyler was wheeled inside the OT and I was left at the waiting room. My whole outfit was soaked in blood, his blood.