camouflage

chapter 2

*I will edit this tomorrow but for now it is unedited asf so don't hate*

Samantha's POV

A few minutes of silence go by and I catch myself staring at Grayson's face. He looks calm, very calm. his skin is pale and his forehead is sweaty but the expression that takes over his face isn't anything other than serenity. He is beautiful really, the way his eyebrows frame his perfectly structured face and his long eyelashes do his eyes. His lips a soft shade of pink, slightly parted due to his unconscious state. My mouth parts itself as I admire the flawless creature in front of me and I can't help but think that in another world I could be his and he could be mine but the world that we live in today keeps us from being together in the way that I have always wanted even though it took a while to admit it to myself and it is taking even longer to admit it to him which may never even happen.

Ny thoughts are abruptly resigned as Grayson stirs. His eyebrows furrow together in pain and his teeth grit together, jaw locking. I quickly sit up and but my hand on his forehead. I withdraw my hand quickly due to the high temperature and sit up on my knees. My heart begins to beat faster and almost beats out of my chest when Grayson yells put in agony.

"Ethan!!" I call turning my head back slightly to look toward where Ethan disappeared to. seconds later Ethan appears, sliding the door that separates the van in half.

"he's waking up!" I tell him trying to hide my fear but without success.

"Ummm... just keep pressure on it and I'll find something for him to bite down on." Ethan says slightly unsure of what to do. Ethan rummages through different bins that are connected to the walls of the van. I continue pushing down on Grayson's chest while he grunts and groans beneath me. (stop u nasty)

"Here, I found this." Ethan says taking a seat next to me on the floor of the moving vehicle. In his hands are a piece of cloth used to clean car windows and a small knife with a sharp blade that by the looks of it is used to cute wires.

"What is the knife for?" I ask even though I know the answer.

"the bullet needs to come out before it moves inside of him and does more damage than it already has." Ethan tells me with sympathy, knowing I am the one that has to perform the makeshift surgery.

"I need to clean my hands." I tell Ethan, gesturing for him to come and keep pressure on Grayson's wound. I stand up and look through the same bins that Ethan found the knife and cloth. I am not seeing much but there is a bottle of water that is half gone rolling around the floor. I pick it up and then look on the shelves that are attached to the walls. I find a package that says "antibacterial soap bar" alongside two small bottles of shampoo and conditioner, all looking to be taken from a hotel. I pour the water on my hands and then rub my hands against the bar of soap then rinsing It the same way.  I walk over to where Ethan and Grayson are with my hands in the air, bent at my elbows like surgeons do after they scrub in. I sit down and pick the knife up off of the ground. Ethan scoots over so that I can sit next to Grayson, I force myself not to look at gray because I know if I do I won't be able to cut him open. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. "It is going to be okay." I say to Grayson and myself, more to myself and then press the blade to Grayson's skin. My mind is no longer in control as I dig the knife into Grayson's torso, picking up te towel and soaking up the newly drawn blood. I dig straight down, following the path that the bullet created. The sounds around me blur, sounding as if I am underwater but I can hear the yells and loud calls of agony that Grayson is letting out. My arms and hands more without my consent and take the blade tilting it sideways once I find the bullet so that the blade is under the bullet. I pull the knife up and the bullet comes out with it. So much blood pours out of his body that it's hard to imagine that he has much left. Grayson is out of breath and is still grunting and groaning and I am now crying, for many reasons but all I want is to lay down next to Grayson and sleep so I can dream about the life that I want to live with Grayson and it doesn't involve me cutting a bullet out of his chest for the second time in a few months. I keep the same pressure on his chest as I have been for the past 20 minutes, still trying to stop the bleeding but all it is doing is soaking the cloth further. I lift one of my hands from his wound but keep the other there. With my free hand I take Grayson's in mine  and squeeze it once just to let him know I'm here.

"It's going to be okay." I whisper to him once again and then I feel a light squeeze against my hand causing me to smile lightly but then the hand in mine goes limp and his touch feels like ice, prompting my heart to drop...

hehehe 2 days in a row I've got a streak going;) luv u

peace out bitchezz🤑🤑🤑