Rrinkers

Chapter 29

At first, life itself did not feel real. There was this feeling that permeated Zoe's entire body. It was a feeling unlike she had ever felt before: a mixture of anger, sadness, fury, numbness, and despair. She couldn't stop herself from staring at what had happened in the cabin. Everyone was bleeding in some way or another, besides her. Even George, who she only shot once in the shoulder, was lying unconscious on the ground.

A voice that she deeply cared about, snapped her out of self destructing thoughts.

"Zoe," Lucas faintly called out, holding his chest. "Zoe, I-." His voice was barely audible.

Hearing his voice gave Zoe a jolt of energy. She shoved the gun in her jacket and went over to where Lucas was laying on the ground.

"Lucas, oh my god...oh my god." She kept repeating the three letter phrase, finally getting it through her head that Lucas had been shot not once, not twice, but three times in the upper body. He didn't take a bullet for her; he took three.

"Zoe, if I don't make it—."

She quickly cut him off. "Don't talk like that." By this point, she was determined to do something to help. She refused to let him die. Refused.

It surprised her that she didn't cry. She was too numb from shooting two human beings and not feeling guilty about it because it made her tough in a criminal kind of way. And criminals don't really cry.

"I'm going to get you to the hospital."

"I won't—I won't ma—." Lucas stopped talking mid-sentence and started to cough up a lot of blood.

No, no, no! She silently prayed to herself which is something she hadn't done in years, but for Lucas, she would try anything that would help.

"Hold on to me." She extended her arm and tried to get Lucas up. He was a heavy man, but he still had a little bit of strength left inside him. He carried himself up, his entire shirt bloody and his hand clasped tightly to where his wounds were. Even though he was shot three times, he kept holding one of the wounds. The most bleeding one. Together, with Lucas' arm draped around her shoulder, Zoe walked them out the door and towards what she remembered to be Lucas' car.

She walked quickly to the door and opened it for Lucas, making sure he was safe in the passenger seat. "Where are the keys?" She asked.

Lucas put up his hand to reach for his pocket, but when he moved his arm back, it sent a jolt of pain to his wound. "Fuck!" He screamed so loud, Zoe thought he was dying.

Quickly, she reached into the pocket that the keys were in, making sure not to go near his wounds. By the time she got the keys from his pocket, her hand was bloody. She felt like throwing up but she made herself stay strong. If not for her sake than for Lucas'.

Once she got the keys, she sprinted to the front seat where she immediately got in. The first thing she did after turning on the car was put in the navigation for the closest hospital. It was twenty minutes away from where they were. Twenty?! Her mind was boggled, knowing that Lucas might not have twenty minutes. But she had to try. There was nothing else she could do but try. So that's exactly what she did.

She jolted the car up the path and on the main road, driving as fast she could. The brakes were really sensitive on the car so she tried her best not to keep jerking the car forward. She sped across the road, passing all the cars, illegally, just to make it there faster. She had never driven so fast in her life.

Looking at the passenger seat, she saw Lucas holding his wound in pain. "You're gonna make it."

Right when she said that, he started to cough up more blood. "No." That is the only word he could say before he started to cough up more red fluids.