camouflage

chapter 3

severely unedited and probs doesn't make sense because I am literally falling asleep but don't worry I will edit it sometime tomorrow:) luv u

Samantha's POV

"Ethan we need to get to a hospital!" I say for the tenth time.

"No! He cannot risk getting recognized!" Ethan fires back tapping his foot rapidly and tugging at his hair in frustration.

"That doesn't matter this is his life we are talking about!" I practically scream at him. Ethan sighs, finally realizing how ridiculous and irrational he is being. He stand up and quickly walks to the sliding door, pushing it to the side and commanding the driver directions to the nearest hospital which he had to look up because frankly none of us know where we are.

My heart pounds out of my chest as I hold Grayson's cold hand. He is not going to last much longer with all of the blood that he lost. Luckily Ethan said the hospital is only 4 miles away and at the speed we are currently going, we will be there any minute.

As the seconds pass the temperature of Grayson's hand decreases and my heart rate does the opposite. I will not lose Grayson, it is just not an option.

"We are here!" Ethan yells, the van stops abruptly and I hear the 2 doors open and then seconds later the back doors open and everyone rushes to Grayson.

The 3 boys lift Grayson and I decide to run into the hospital to call for help.

As I am running through the parking lot I realize how dangerous this is for Grayson and his brother, they could easily be recognized by a security guard who has seen his face on the news or even a nurse or patient in minutes they could both get noticed and taken to jail and I would never see them again, I too would most likely be convicted for even riding in a car with them,
knowing what they've done. But the thoughts don't seem very important when I think about Grayson near death.

When I enter the main doors of the hospital I begin to yell the first thing that comes to mind.

"Help!" I scream getting the attention of multiple people working the night shift. The doctors look tired and one secretary presses a button on the wall next to her causing an automated voice to sound through the speakers.

"We have a code omega in building D on the east side. Trauma Team advised." It repeats a few times and in less than 30 seconds 5 doctors run through the hall, their shoes tapping against the hard white floor. They rush past me and outside two are rolling a stretcher on wheels and one is carrying a red bag that looks to be an emergency kit. I follow them outside quickly and see Grayson being lifted onto the stretcher and wheeled back into the hospital.

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"It all happened so fast we were just walking down the street and then he got hit. We were in the middle of no where and our friend Katie is a medical student studying to be a surgeon and we didn't think we had a choice other than to take the bullet out." Ethan tells the doctor who then looks to me.

"You kids should have waited for him to see a medical professional, he could have lost his life." the Doctor scolds us.

"No disrespect sir but she saved his life. He got shot." Ethan reminds him of the important thing.

"Did you see what the shooter looked like?"

"No sir. Like I said it all happened so fast, he was there shot Brandon and then he was gone I didn't even realize what happened until he was a block away." Ethan says making up the story, remembering to keep the same name throughout the whole story, Brandon is the name we told the nurse when we checked him in.

"Your brother also doesn't have any medical records on file which is very strange because he had a scar from a previous surgery, do you know why that is?" the doctor asks looking dumbfounded.

"No sir that is very strange though, I will have to talk to the secretary about that." He says looking over at me as if to say "what the hell do I say".

The doctor finally leaves after he tells us Grayson is still not stable enough for company but is expected to make a full recovery.

"He's going to be okay." Ethan tells me running circles into my lower back attempting to sooth me.

"I know." I lie, despite what the doctor told us I have this horrible list of what if's. Like what if he lost too much blood, what if the wound was too deep, what if they find out about them...

"Everything is going to be okay."

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