How To Save Rock And Roll

Chapter 16 - Save him

As soon as they entered the ambulance, the paramedic put his hands on Patrick's wound to try and stop the bleeding.
The girl pointed her gun at the paramedic and demanded, "Save him."
The man turned his gaze to her, fear in his eyes. "He already lost a lot of blood. I don't know if I can do that."
The girl was about to say something when the firefighter spoke up before she could, "I'm O, take my blood."
The paramedic looked hesitant but accepted the other man's offer. He asked him to sit next to him and inquired, "What's your name?"
"Sam Carter," The fire-fighter replied.
"Okay Sam, I need you to put your hands on this guy's stomach while I prepare what I need to take your blood." Sam nodded his head in understanding and put his hands on Patrick, applying pressure on his stomach. The other man prepared what he needed then started to take the blood of the fire-fighter. Once that was done, he put a drip on Patrick's arm and started to look at his wound. "Okay, we need to bring him to the hospital. He needs surgery."
"We can't bring him to the hospital," The girl retorted.
"Then you better give me what I need to save him!" The paramedic almost shouted.
The girl glared at him before turning back and picking up a bag that was sitting on the floor of the ambulance. She opened it and gave him another smaller bag full of surgical tools. "Here. Now save him."
The man took the bag into his possession and started to stich the insides of Patrick with the help of Sam. Patrick groaned in pain, the lack of blood in his body making him dizzy.

After what felt like hours for Patrick, the two men were finally done and Patrick's life was saved. With his eyes barely opened, he looked at the girl and extended his hand weakly toward her, "Where's Y/N?" He asked, his voice just above a whisper.
"The girl?" She questioned. Patrick nodded. "Her memory is currently being erased, just like yours will be," She disclosed.
His eyes widened but he couldn't do anything to protest.
The van came to a stop and its doors were ripped opened. Another girl entered and she and the other grabbed Patrick by his arms, leading him outside.
"No. Don't move him. It could break the stitches," The paramedic warned. The girls didn't listen to him and kept walking toward a building, a warehouse of some sort.

*****

"You two!" One of the girls exclaimed as she motionned to Joe and Isaac, "Go in that van," She ordered.
The men obeyed and entered the van, followed by a girl carrying Nick's still unconscious body. They sat in front of each other and the girl placed Nick beside Isaac, then sat by Joe. The van drove away.
"Where are our friends?" Isaac asked.
"Which ones?" She glared at him.
"Andy and Y/N," He clarified.
"And Pete," Joe added.
Isaac looked at him, anger in his eyes. "He's not my friend anymore."
Joe appeared confused but didn't say a thing. Isaac glanced back at the girl and asked, "So?"
"They're in a warehouse. Their memory is being erased right now," She answered.
Joe and Isaac looked at her, scared of what will happen to them.
After about twenty minutes, the van stopped and the doors were opened. Two girls entered the van and led Joe and Isaac outside. The other one took Nick's body and followed the other girls.

*****

Dave was in front of the window, watching for the slightest movement outside. "A man just got out of the hospital, he's carrying a body. I think it's Joe and Nick," He announced.
"Okay, keep telling me what's happening. I'm still trying to find either Patrick or Isaac's frequency," Joe replied from his place at the desk.
Dave returned his attention back out the window. "The firefighters arrived."
A few minutes passed and an ambulance pulled up, followed by a black van.
"Hey, I see a van. Six girls just go out of it."
"What?" Joe exclaimed. He ran toward Dave and looked out the window. "Why are they here?" He muttered.
"Look, they're finally getting out of the hospital," Dave said as he pointed to the door. The four men outside walked toward the girls and stopped. "This girl's talking. Wait, they're going in the ambulance." Dave and Joe stared at the scene in front of their eyes until the van left. "Why are they pointing their guns at them? Oh no..."
The two girls who were left there walked in front of the men and aimed their guns at them. Two shots were heard, followed two bodies fell to the ground. Both the captain of the firefighters and the second paramedic who was there were now dead. The girls pointed the weapons toward to other fire-fighters and shot again, and did the same thing until seven bodies were lying on the ground, lifeless. Dave had his back turned toward the window, shaking. "Oh my god," He murmured under his breath. He looked up at Joe. "We need to do something."
"Okay." Joe went to the desk and picked up his jacket that was on the chair. He turned toward his friend and said, "Stay there. I'm going to follow them with Ben."
Joe left the building and went into the garage. He walked toward a car with someone in it, that someone? Ben. He sat in the passenger seat.
"Did you hear those gun shots?" The tall man asked as he started the engine.
"Yeah. That's why I'm here. Those girls just killed seven men and left the hospital with the guys. We can still find them and save them. Now let's go."
Ben left the garage and went into the streets.
"It's the girls. Follow this van," Joe ordered as he pointed at a black van in front of them.