Problems (Sequel To Bad Blood)

Save Him

By the time Grant got to us, there wasn't anytime to move Luke. We had to try and save him here, without all of the right equipment. I watched as Grant held pressure on his bullet wound.
"This is really bad," he whispered. "I brought as much as I could, but I don't know if it's enough," he put my hands back on the cloths above Luke's wound as he started pulling more things out of his bag. He hung up an iv and stuck it into Luke's arm.
"W-what are we supposed to do?" I asked. "Tell me what to do."
"Just, try to keep him still. Keep him calm. I don't have any anesthetic, so this is going to be very rough. I just need you to keep him as calm as possible. I need to get the bullet out now." I just nid in response as he mived my hands. He took in a deep breath before starting. The rest of it all was blurred. Luke freaking out and going into shock, passing out and waking back up countless times. And by the time Grant got the bullet out and stopped the bleeding enough to get him stable, almost everything was covered in blood. I was shaking, still not really knowing what to do.
"I need to call the others. Tell them what happened, Cayla's going to be worried sick. He isn't well enough to move too far, but if you could help me move him to one of the bedrooms, that'd be great. I'll clean all of this up, I promise."
"Don't worry about it. Really. I can clean it up. Let's move him into my bedroom." After we moved him back into the room, I went into the kitchen and started scrubbing down everything as Grant called the others. It was almost impossible to get the blood off of the floor.. What was bothering me the most was I didn't even see who shot him. I had no idea...
"Where is he?" I heard Cayla shout from the other room. "Where is he?!" She came into the kitchen and gasped, tears running down her face as she stared at all the blood. "Where's my husband?" She whispered as Grant came up behind her.
"He's in the bedroom," I replied. She turned and ran down the hall. Grant sighed and followed her. I contined scrubbing the blood out of the floor, vigorously, feeling tears filling my eyes. I heard the front door open again and quickly wiped them away with my sleeve. My hands were stained red with Luke's blood. I couldn't handle this anymore.
"Caitlyn, oh god, are you alright?" Thomas said, rushing over to me.
"No. No, I'm not alright," I said. He pulled me into a hug and allowed me to cry.
"It's okay. I'm here. I'm not leaving you again."
"But what if next time i-it's you...?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" He asked, looking down at me."
"I can't handle this," I sobbed. "W-what if they kill you next? How will I be able to live? The last time I thought you died, I went absolutely mental. I can't go through that again."
"Hey. Nothing is going to happen to me, do you understand? We're going to be fine. All of us."
"How can you be sure?" I whispered.
"I can't, but if there's one thing that I know, it's that our group never gives up." I just hugged him even tighter. "Here, let me finish cleaning this up, you go clean yourself up, alright?"
"Alright..." I said, standing up and walking off the the bathroom.
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After I cleaned up and everyone else arrived, I told them exactly what had happened. Cayla, who's anger was like a white hot fury you never wanted to cross, was completely steamed up. The look in her eyes was full of hate, and there was no doubt in my mind that she wouldn't murder someone... I wasn't sure if her anger was directed at me, or Nick and his group of jack asses. I wasn't sure that I wanted to find out.
"Now what do we do?" Will asked. "I mean, if we carry on, then all of us are going to end up like-" Cayla shot him a dirty look. "Like the people we've lost... Annika, Ed, even Taylor."
"We arent quitters. We arent giving up. When Nick pushes us downn we need to stand right back up and shoot back," Brendon said, not making much sense.
"Yeah. We can't quit now. We can't give in to that son of a bitch," Dylan said.
"You're right," Cayla said. A sound of hatred and rage in her voice. "You are absolutely right." And with that, she stood up and left the apartment. None of us knew what she was planning. But if we had, we would have tried to stop her...