Typical - A Lesbian Romance [NaNoWriMo 2013] // ON HOLD

Chapter Fourteen

Oh my goodness, where has the time gone?! Finals week is over tomorrow and Christmas is right around the corner. I'm on break now, so expect lots and lots of updates! (unlike the progress I've made in the last two weeks) I don't have boat loads of work to finish anymore!

Also, I'd like to apologize to anyone who's following along. Two weeks is far too long to disappear to start with and I certainly shouldn't of left you hanging like that! I promise I won't this time around ;) ~

So enjoy this new chapter! 

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 When we sped around the corner that kept us from Jason none of us were prepared for what we ended up finding. We hoped and prayed as we ran that he would be alright, that the scream that shattered the comfortable silence of the night didn’t belong to him. We wanted nothing more than for anyone else besides our friend to be the one that let that awful sound rip for the inside of their chest. I could feel my heart aching for him as the adrenaline coursed through my veins and sped my pulse. I could only think about the raven haired boy that I cared about and how I so badly wanted him to be perfectly fine, just like he was when we left him here.

However, when we managed to round the corner and our eyes stared straight down the path that lead to our most recent piece of artwork we all came to the sobering realization that all of those prayers and wishes that we made as we ran were futile. We all came to a screeching halt right there as we took in the scene in front of us; Wyatt was the first one to let a chocked sob escape from between his lips.

On the ground only a few feet away from us was Jason. He was laying there on his back groaning as a steady stream of bright red blood spewed from his chest. He had his hands pressed to it in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding but it wasn’t doing him any good. The liquid just kept seeping out of his chest and ran down onto pavement he was laying on. It created a large puddle around his form and at the sheer sight of the injury I could feel my stomach churn.

In an instant though it seemed like an invisible switch flipped in my head as we all stood there. Without even a thought on impulse I went running over to Jason’s wilted form and threw myself to the ground beside him.

“ Jason can you hear me?” I shouted to him in my panic as my knees collided with the pavement and sounded unpleasant cracks. I didn’t pay them any mind though. All I was focused on was the wilted boy in front of me. I had to help him.

“ Sophie, I’m here. It hurts so bad.” He croaked out as he continued to try and press his hands to the wound on his chest. I could hear his breathing coming fast and loud as he stared at me. His typically animated face looked pale white and he could barely keep both of his eyes open. Still he watched me though, pleading for me to do whatever I could to help him. I ripped the sweatshirt that I was wearing over my head as quickly as I could. The cold air shocked my skin as I dropped the fabric down on Jason’s bleeding chest. I had absolutely no clue what I was doing and I wasn’t thinking. On impulse I simply remembered to put pressure to a wound of any kind to slow the bleeding and anyone could see that      Jason had to stop bleeding. I had to do something to stop all of his blood from spilling onto the pavement.

I gently pulled both of Jason’s hand from his wound and let them drop to the ground before I pressed the fabric to the middle of his chest as hard as I could. I didn’t heard the footsteps that walked up behind me, I wouldn’t of been able to even if I wanted to with the way my heart was beating steadily in my ears but I did notice when another pair of hands came to press down on top of mine. Just from the look of the freshly filed nails I knew they belonged to Chelsea. The sheer pressure from her hands made my entire arms ache but I ignored it as I looked at Jason’s rather lifeless face. He kept blinking at both of us. Not saying anything, just blinking as he pulled each of those large breaths into his lungs like if he didn’t continue gasping for air every few seconds he’d die on the spot.