Hell Himself

I just saved your life, Kaulitz.

His hand fell off of my head after that gunshot. My eyes snapped open wide, my hands shaking. I was too scared to look. He wasn't moving. He wasn't breathing. He was silent.

I absent-mindedly turned my head to look up at his face. His pale, pale face.

His eyes were closed, his breathing shallow, and his shoulders limp. I sat up in his lap, looking around him, for a wound. He was knocked out, that's for sure. I started to feel around under his shirt, finally finding a wet liquid. I lifted up his shirt, seeing the side of his waist.

There was a bullet wound there. And it was bleeding fast.

"Tom?" I called out to him, shaking him and feeling my breath hitch in my throat. "Tom? Tom, Tom, wake up!!"

I found myself shouting at him to get up, tugging at his arm and letting out a soft yet loud sob.

I heard another gunshot, screaming and burying my face into Tom's chest. I looked up again, turning to my right and seeing the window had been shattered, and I saw Bill stood there.

I saw his chest heaving with every breath he took. He was a way's away from the car, and I could see his face, but... I could just tell that this man was angrier than ever.

He raised his arm to shoot again, which pushed me to do something. I started the car again, putting it into reverse and turning it around before Bill pulled the trigger.

Fuck, I didn't even know how to drive.

I sped the car away as fast as I could. My steering was swervey and dangerous, and I nearly crashed several times. I steadied my driving eventually, zooming down the bumpy lane.

I was sobbing loudly. Very loudly. I could barely see the road I was driving on because my eyes were so full of tears.

The thing is, I didn't know if this was the fear of the situation talking or the fear of Tom dying. I didn't even like Tom at all. Why would I be scared of losing him?

While my mind clouded itself with those thoughts, I didn't pay attention to the car driving toward me. Once I saw it, I screamed, twisting the steering wheel to the right and barely missing a tree. I stopped for a minute to breathe. Instead, I collapsed into the steering wheel, sobbing and shaking violently.

I started to hear distant stomps, looking up at the windshield and trying to listen better. I heard the stomps get faster, faster, and faster. They were on my left, and I couldn't help but to look there. I saw Bill, running towards the car.

In seeing this, a flinch and a whine cane from my trembling frame. I shovelled my foot into the pedals, not caring which ones were pressed. I just wanted to get out.

I started speeding away again, faster this time. I didn't care what speed it was, I was just so scared. I started to feel Tom move again, which made me sob in relief. He was still so weak, though.

I realised that I hadn't put anything over his waist to stop the bleeding, which made me panic. Why didn't I do anything before driving? Damn it, Ameri.

I couldn't stop the car to fix it, though. Bill was somehow that fast, apparently, and he could obviously keep up.

I drove faster, trying to find a hospital before it was too late.

Through my fuzzy eyes, I could see all of the street lights fly past as I got onto a main road. I saw other cars, heard them honking at my reckless dashing, and saw people trying to gesture for me to slow down. I ignored all of them.

I kept driving and driving, hearing Tom's groans of pain as he slowly woke up. I could feel him shift his hand to his waist, pressing his wound.

"Ahh.." He growled, hissing from behind me.

I let out so many sobs as I heard his hissing and growling of agony. I was so scared, for some odd reason. I didn't even think about the fact that I was still sitting on his lap while driving his precious car so dangerously. He's definitely gonna kill me for this when he's better.

When I finally found a hospital, I parked the car terribly, getting out quickly, with the car keys in my hand. I shoved them into my pocket and reached out for Tom, trying to help him stand.

I put his arm over my shoulder, my right arm holding his over my neck, and my free arm around his waist, supporting his weight. I walked into the hospital, going to the receptionist.

She looked at me, to Tom, and then to me again, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"What can I help y-"

"Are you still blind, even with those on?!"

I didn't let her speak. I was so anxious and overwhelmed, but also annoyed. What does she think I need help with?

"Uh..." She stammered before nodding.

She pressed a big red button, which was on the wall, calling for doctors. I turned my head, seeing a group of nurses and doctors come out of the hall.

"Oh, blimey..." One of them muttered, putting on gloves and taking Tom away from me, laying him on a stretcher.

As they wheeled him away, I was about to follow when the receptionist stopped me.

"Ma'am, you need to wait in the waiting room."

I whimpered, wiping my eyes and nodding. I sat in a seat, bouncing my shaky knee up and down and drowning myself in my tears.

I was so damn scared. And for what reason? Tom was horrible to me, I hate him. I hate him. Or... do I hate him? Am I just convincing myself that I envy this man?

I flooded my brain with questioning thoughts, interrogating myself to death.

I was sat there, panicking, for over forty-five minutes. Finally, after what felt like forever, a nurse came to me, smiling warmly.

"Miss..." She placed a hand on my shoulder, rubbing her thumb across it.

I looked up at her warm smile, shifting my head away from my worries and perking up.

"You can go see him." She chuckled softly, standing upright again and taking her hand off of my shoulder. "He's okay!"

He's okay. Tom is okay.

I didn't hesitate. I stood up, sprinting down the hall, away from the waiting room. I stopped myself in front of Tom's room, panting as I looked at the handle.

I was scared to go in. What if he wasn't okay? What if he was mad at me for driving his car? Or worse, what if Bill somehow got here before me?

No, that's impossible. I shook my head, dismissing my overthinking mind as my hand found its way to the door knob.

I opened the door, seeing Tom. He was sitting up in his bed, looking down.

He looked up at me, smiling, and sighing.

"Ameri..." He whispered, giving me a sympathetic look as he saw my tears. "Come here."

I broke down again, crying. I sobbed and sobbed, my shaky feet walking towards Tom. I shut the door behind me, going to him.

He gently grabbed my hip, pulling me onto the hospital bed with me. He made me lay down beside him, putting his right hand on my head, his left holding my thigh as I had my leg draped over his.

"Shhh, don't cry now." He sighed, stroking my hair and putting my head on his chest.

I hugged onto him tightly, sinking myself into his shoulder, weeping. I didn't know what made me cry this time. I couldn't tell if I was crying because I was still scared, or because of how happy I was that he was alive.

"Tom, don't scare me like that again..." I shook my head, sniffling as I hugged into him, sighing shakily.

"I won't, Ameri." He chuckled quietly, caressing my cheek. "But you better not have broken my beautiful car."

He raised an eyebrow, getting all serious with me. I looked at him, rolling my eyes.

"I just saved your life, Kaulitz." I put my head back on his chest and shook my head. "No one gives a fuck about the car right now."

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