Long Gone

8. What?

I was shot.

My right shoulder and my rest of the body was filled with blood as Harry dialed a number that I guess was Patrick's. He was freaking out and Al was beside me in a blink, which was awfully slow considering it was a slow  blink, taking his shirt off and putting it on my wound to stop the blood. I was feeling the pain after a long time and for some reason that made me smile.

"Always weird aren't you" he say as a smile comes on his face and Harry hangs up. "Who you fucking this time?" he raises an eyebrow. I manage a chuckle.

"No one, it's just I feel pain after a long time and it feels good" I choke out and Al shakes his head while Harry is stares dumbfounded.

"Better than me in bed" he asks me and I shake my head feeling more pain. I wince a bit but it covers up pretty soon. Al tenses up as a car pulls up and I'm guessing that Pat sent it. Al picks me up and Harry helps. We sit in the car with my legs on Harry's lap and head on Al's. Harry is massaging my legs to make me feel better.

"You know massaging my legs won't heal the wound but I'm enjoying it so you might continue" I manage to say while Al is telling the driver to hurry up. I feel the pain increase with every bump. We reach there and Al picks me up.

"Don't we need a doctor?" Harry asks as Al shakes his head. We can't go to the hospital it will raise questions which we won't be able to answer.

"We can't go to the hospital it will raise questions which we won't be able to answer." Al says reading my mind. As we reach inside everyone rushes around getting things to clean up my wound. Towels, bandages, cotton etc.

He places me down on the couch covered with plastic to avoid the blood reaching it. Peg comes and starts cleaning my wound. She wants to be a nurse and pretty much knows everything related to what a doctor does.

After 2 hours of sweet torture, I mean it was literally sweet torture. Call me crazy but the pain felt good. Peg cleaned my wound and stitched it up. I was now lying on my bed with a bandaged shoulder. I had Netflix, popcorn, alcohol and Al. He was beside me as we watched Suits.

Harry was also there but sleeping, in just his boxers I might add. He had his curls all over his face and his breaths were slow. He looked so peaceful and hot. His chiseled jawline and his green orbs are breathtaking.

I'd definitely fuck that.

Stop fucking with my mind.

I definitely do not want to.

Go away. Let me be by myself with these 2 Greek gods.

*smirks*

Look I'm talking like you. Stay away.

"Are you done?" Al asks interrupting me and I nodded. He knows how crazy I am. He shook his head smiling.

"I'm sleepy" I almost whisper.

"Good night" he says kissing the top of my head and I mumble one too as he positions me in a comfortable position. I can do it by myself but he just won't listen he's probably taking revenge for the time he got shot and I didn't even let him get up. He goes to his room as I let my thoughts devour my head and let me tell you, they are most definitely not pleasant.

I need a psychiatrist, but I would never say that out loud. I did once but it did not end well. My mother ended up crying and hitting me. My dad did too and my sister didn't let that go for 6 months.

I fucking hate my life.

I shake the thought off and sleep.

That night I dream about gray eyes, lost love, gun shots and death.