Runaways

The Meeting (Part 2)

Gabriel's Pov:

Quickly driving to the nearest Walmart, I park the car and rush to get supplies for Victor. However, I'm interrupted from my quick dash when Victor grabs onto my hand right before I leave.

"Give me your phone number so I can call you if anything happens to me. Also, take this," he says while holding out his phone and a wad of cash. Quickly complying, I enter my digits and then leave with the money.

After making sure that he doesn't need anything else, I sprint into the store. Looking up to read the signs hanging from the ceiling, I look for the words medical supplies. Finding it, I run to it as fast as possible. Quickly stopping in front of the aisle, I see it's completely blocked by about 8 people.

"Oy! Move out of the fucking way! You're blocking the damn aisle!" I say angrily. Who do these people think they are? They can't just randomly block the aisle. Especially the medical supplies one! I have a goddamn person in my car in a medical emergency. I don't have time for these people to delay me.

"Gabe?" I hear a voice ask. I look to see who called my name and realize that it's Luke from school.

"That's my name. Now move out of the fucking way!" I say to him while internally apologizing. I just need to help Victor as soon as possible.

"Watch your mouth. We're not going anywhere until you apologize," a scary fucker answered, glaring at me. What is this? Kindergarten?

"You watch your mouth! I have a boy in my car who's injured right now and is in a lot of pain. Why don't you guys move out of the fucking way so that I can get the supplies to help him," I tell him angrily. If they don't move out of the aisle, I swear I'll get the manager of this store to kick them out.

However, preventing me from doing anything, a girl steps out from behind the boys and says sorry while pushing all the boys out of the aisle. Thank fucking god for this girl! A real trooper right there.

Okay. Supplies, now. I look around for things that could help Victor, but then, I get interrupted by one of the boys previously blocking the aisle.

"I'm in medical school. I could help you with your friend if you want," the sandy-blonde man asked.

I'm about to say no thanks when I realize that I have no idea how to help Victor. Help from an almost doctor would be extremely helpful.

"That would be great," I say.

"Here, let me take you to his car so you can tell me what's wrong with him. Cause honestly, I have no fucking idea," I say while leading him out of the store.

"Hey, do you mind if my friends come? They could also help him," the man says from behind me.

"Sure, why not. They can come only if they don't fuck around. My friend's in a serious condition right now," I answer and then lead his little group to the car.

Opening the car door, I'm about to tell Victor about the help, but I notice that he's unconscious in his seat. Sh*t! I place two fingers against his neck and find that his pulse is extremely slow and barely there. Double sh*t!

"Hey Doc! Come here quick!" I say to the man.

He rushes up to me and takes in Victor's state. He unbuttons Victor's shirt and sees all the bruises and cuts covering it. His group of friends come up from behind us and gasp when they see Victor's chest. Well, I guess a few of them also cursed, but that doesn't matter.

"Okay, Silas come here. You and I are going to carry him to the backseat of Owen's car. I have a few medical supplies there." the man says while an even bigger man comes up to him and helps him carry Victor.