ℙ𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕤 <Oneshots>

Getaway Car (Angst)

TW: Blood + Gore

Paul's POV

My ears hear nothing but a loud ring echoing in my head. It doesn't stop. My eyes adjust to the area realizing that this is the old neighborhood I used to live in. What the fuck happened? I look around and there is small bits and pieces of a fire.

"Shit! It fucking hurts!! Jesus Christ!! I'm gonna fucking die holy shit!" I hear not just a few feet from me. It sounded like woman. A woman? She is on the ground and there is something in her leg that is shiny. Her is frizzy and blood is splattered everywhere on her. She looks familiar... I couldn't manage out her facial features but she is wearing a Beanies uniform. Didn't those two worked get infected though? Holy shit.

"Emma!! Is that you!?" I call out trying to stand up and gain m strength back.

"Paul I can't take it any longer... We crashed- holy shit I can't breathe." She starts coughing more and more every time she tries to speak.

"Hey- hey take it easy on yourself. You said we crashed. I can't remember anything- oh shit that helicopter! That explains your leg-"

"Just please make it stop!! I don't care please just get it out of me!!" Emma screams.

"Em, we crashed in my old neighborhood. We can break into my old house." I stated.

"That's hella illegal but sure." She said trying to laugh but ended up coughing up blood onto my shirt.

"Oh shit- I'm sorry-"

"Save your voice. I don't care about my shirt... We need to fucking get out of here, but we need to stitch you up. My mom used to be a surgeon, she has her old stitching kit somewhere in the house." I went on as I picked Emma up into my arms carefully.

"This is going to sound crazy but we're gonna run away from here, together. We can steal my dad's old car. I know exactly where the keys car."

"Paul you're going on about this saying that we're gonna get out of this together... I don't think I'm gonna make it out of this."

"Don't you dare fucking say that. You're gonna get out of this mess alive."

I kept walking not daring to look back. I didn't hear any singing aliens so I know that we're safe. I look up and my old home was just getting near. Hope started to rush through my mind but I can't jinx it. Not with Emma.

"We're getting closer just hold on, okay? If you need to just grip on to me if you feel the pain again or worse cough blood on to me." Weirdest thing I said but I need to let her know that I am going to save her.

She nods. At least there is still a sign of life from her. I really can't loser. I don't need to either.

We came up to the house and my family weren't here. That's good. They can just guess that the aliens robbed the old car. My family were out of town so at least they're alive to see another day.

"We're here." I said.

I banged my shoulder into the door opening it. Working out during my highs school years really paid off.

"Here, we are going to go to the bathroom and you're gonna keep that in your leg. If you get it out you're gonna bleed out."

I kicked the door closed and began to rush towards the bathroom. I'm not gonna let her die on me. Not on my watch. I open the door and placed her down gently on the sink. I open the cabinet that is under the sink and grab all the stitching supplies.

"Stay here, I'm gonna go get a rag from the kitchen."

"Paul why are you doing this for me? You could've just let me die on that ground."

I don't know if I should tell her or not.

"I know why you came into Beanies all those times instead of walking to Starbucks."

She knows.

"We're gonna talk about this later. Right now we need to focus on you."

"I'm focusing on us."

Those words hit me like a brick. I walk off to go get the rag. Yeah it was kind of a rude move but if I don't act on her wound then she could perhaps die on me. I am not going to let that fucking happen.

I grabbed the rag and headed into the bathroom. First thing I know is to clean up the blood. I observe the wound only to realize the blood stopped and dried up. This is going to make life easier. I tap on the wound lightly rubbing here and there to get the dried blood off. You know what screw the stitching. I put the stitching kit back and grabbed the Vaseline. This ought to do it.

"This is too much Paul, I'm not gonna make it out alive. You pull that thing out I'm a goner."

"Em I have to do this. I am not leaving Hatchetfield if you're not gonna be alive. Let me do this." I yelled. Something I never did before. Yell at someone.

She went silent.

I went back to focusing on the wound and I started putting Vaseline all around it. Hard part is, pulling out the barge.

"This is gonna hurt like a bitch so hang on to me."

Emma grabs onto my side wrapping her arms around my waist and began to hold me tight. I hate having to do this but I'm doing it for her life's sake.

"3... 2... 1..." I counted down in her ear hoping a small whisper can calm her down just a bit.

I grabbed the barge and tugged on it. Emma starts to scream in me and cry more. That is when I can feel tears swelling in my eyes. She is gonna lose so much blood, I'm gonna lose her. That is just a possibility. I am not giving up.

"Paul you have to let me die, please!! You can go on your own-"

I ripped it out of her within just minutes. She continues to scream and blood began to pour all over. I grabbed the cloth and began to put pressure to stop the bleeding.

"You have to hold this down hard, okay?"

"Paul- I'm not gonna make it- I can't-"

"You have to hold on... Emma I can't lose you-" Emma cuts me off.

"It's no use Paul- I already lost a lot of blood before you woke up..." She was having trouble breathing and couldn't get her words out.

"Emma save your words, breathe-"

"If this doesn't work and I'm gone, can you do one thing for me?" She asks looking up at me. The light was about to leave her eyes.

"Anything for you."

"Kiss me?"

I always came into Beanies for her, a barista I never knew I'd be in love with. However she was about to go in front of my eyes.

"Okay..." I said quietly.

The space between us begins to close in slowly. My eyes shut and my body loses control. I didn't think for a moment. My lips on hers and hers on mine. It was slow but it slowly turned into a make out. It was the end of Hatchetfield and all our friends are dead, why not make the most of it?
Emma pulls away and accidentally spits blood into my face. It was fucking disgusting yea tell me about it but fuck it.

I pull her back in and at this point she was all I needed. I made it slow not to hurt her.

"Paul... remember me, please... You were the one reason I stayed here." Her last words slipped as we leaned our foreheads together. Within a minute her body slumped backwards.

"Em? Oh my god... Emma!! NO!" I yelled. I held her body close and looked into her once gorgeous brown eyes into now dull and dark eyes. She's gone. She's gone Paul.

I had to keep going. I need to get out of this alive, with her. I'm not leave some body here. I picked Emma up into my arms and started out into the garage. I found my old car keys and grabbed it with my free hand. I unlocked the back door and laid Emma down there gently. I close the door and head into the driver's seat. I set the car in motion and opened the garage door.

In a world full of aliens, there is a man with his lifeless once lover.