Scorched

"We'll see"

I sat in the truck with the boy in my lap. I named him Micah after my father. I was always a fan of that name and I said I would name my first child that. He hadn't been born from me but I would raise him as if he was my own. I know what Harry said is true but I will explain to the elders that I take full responsibility for the child. The council would understand I am sure of. They had only made one exception before and it was a pregnant woman. They brought her in until the baby was born then sent here to the dogs. The reason they let her child live was the fact that it was Alex's daughter. They were both to live in exile.

I was awoken from my daze when I heard a knock on the window. I rolled it down and Zayn stood there. 

"Hey, I just was making sure if you needed anything"

"I'm fine thanks" He smiled at me and walked away.

Harry got into the truck next me and slammed the door making Micah cry. 

"I'm so sorry" Harry commented looking at me and giving a half smile. I rolled my eyes and pulled out the makeshift bottle. Micah immediately stopped crying.

The truck roared as we drove down the road when suddenly bullets started flying through the air and hitting the truck. I doubled over to hide Micah from the flying bullets. There was immediate backfire and soon the firing stopped. We looked back to check if everyone was okay and it seemed as if everyone was. We stopped on the side of the road to raid the bodies that laid lifeless on the floor. I noticed a limp in Jame's step and I noticed blood. I put Micah down in the front seat and was next to Jame in the blink of an eye. He fell into my arms and I screamed. Blood poured from his lower abdomen He looked at me and apologized

"There's nothing to apologize about but why didn't you say anything" Tears flowed from my eyes as I looked at the wound. He was going to bleed out if I didn't do anything. Not thinking I shoved my index and pointer finger into the wound. I knew some stuff about nursing from my Aunt who served in the war. The war was before I was born but she taught me at a young age. I screamed for Harry to get the first aid kit and he ran. They all rushed next to me and tried to push me aside so they could handle it but I insisted I knew what I was doing. Jame's eyes began to roll into the back of his head. Harry placed the box in front of me and i opened it with one hand  searching for what I needed. I doused gauze in whiskey. I wrapped my fingers around the bullet and pulled it out immediately replacing it with the gauze. It easily soaked as I added more. Everyone stared at me. "Someone go check on Micah" I demanded and Zayn volunteered. I applied pressure and waited for the blood to let up constantly changing the gauze. "I need more"

'We don't have anymore" Harry replied

"I need something, anything, I can sterilize it with the alcohol" Harry ripped off the sleeves of his shirt and I poured alcohol on them. I took out the gauze and put the sleeve in. I took a sip of the whiskey and went back to work. I took out the shirt after a little bit and pulled out a suture. I stitched up the hole and placed the other sleeve around the top and taped it down. Klein and Harry picked him up carefully and brought him to lay in the truck. I grabbed the kit and went to the truck with Micah and Zayn. He was playing with the boy and he had a huge toothless grin on his face. 

"Hey sorry to interupt" I joked and Zayn looked up with sad eyes.

"He's gonna be fine Jesicca" I agreed and started crying silent tears.

"Get in" I walked around the car and slid into the passenger seat. He placed his hand on my face and wiped the tear rolling down my cheek. "It''s gonna be okay, everything is gonna be okay."

He leaned in and gently kissed me with his soft lips. His scruff tickled my chin and I couldn't bring myself to pull back. But when I did Harry was staring at me.