Fearlessly {Ariana Grande}

19// Blood Rain & Tears

(The rest of the chapters will be written from Ariana's POV until stated otherwise)

  My ears were ringing, I was sure of that. I wasn't sure if my heart was still beating. The sight below me was horrific, my own hands and clothes now smeared in sticky blood. My mom was gasping over and over while Donny tried to keep his cool, but slowly was drifting into the depths of panic. I, on the other hand, felt light headed, I don't know if it was the sight of Quinn unresponsive, or the idea of everything moving too quick. Either way, my head spun violently in circles while my stomach followed after.

Donny's eyes viewed at his working hands like he had a clue what he was doing. He remained realistic and as professional as possible, but the beads of sweat slicking his forehead and cheeks told otherwise. He observed the gruesome gash covering a big part of her torso and running jaggedly down to her thigh. With all of his emotions going on, it was hard to tell much. But one thing stood out. He was confused, even my mom caught on to that.

"What?" She stopped her crying briefly to let out the mangled words. "I can't find a pulse but it is hard to find one under this much blood," He replied.

He was right. The blood coated her entire arm. He stayed studying the shredded arm, his confusion growing more obvious. "What about it?"

"She's not unconscious from blood loss. Drive Joan." He demands. I glance over at my mom and she is clearly in no condition to drive. She has a hard time holding up her tear soaked tissue as her hands shake. It's not long before her sobs rattle every bone in her body. "Th-T-The next hospital isn't f-for another 50 mile-miles."

"Drive!" He revoices.

The car rumbles, now fixed by Quinn, and my mom slams her foot down to the gas and the car jolts turbulently forward.

I don't know what to think. My minds too clogged and I can't do anything but sit here helpless as the life is seeping out of my girlfriend with every drop of blood she loses.

I can't accept that.

I can't accept the fact that if she dies, I could've prevented it. That if she dies, I was by her side doing nothing but crying and hoping effortlessly. I swallow the lump burrowed deep in my throat and speak though it's painful.

"Is the-there anyway I-I can h-h-help?"
Donny contemplates for a minute before shaking his head. I ignore his response anyway and lounge into the seats in front of me while I take her head in my lap. Wet hair and all. I reach down to the hand unoccupied by Donny and hold it. He wraps whatever blankets he can find tightly around her, especially her abdominal area where the most affected part of the injury is present.

My heart weakens when I encounter Donnys hands fold into themselves. He's praying.

"Why'd you stop?" I shake. "

"There's nothing more I can do. It's up to...well, to the hospital now."

"Almost there sweetie," My mom acknowledges. "Hang on,"

My head swivels towards the front of the car. Unbeknownst to me, we had been speeding 30 miles over the 50 MPH speed limit. It hadn't taken my attention because I had been so absorbed to focusing on Quinn. Favorably, the roads we had selected were deserted and rarely did we see more than one car every hour. I hope my moms right. I trust her words declaring we'll be there soon. After all, doubting has only proven to dig me into a deeper hole.

I gaze back down to her face. I'm frozen in time, noticing features I never inspected before. Things I failed to notice when our faces were less than inches apart. Her expertly shaped eyebrows, now coated in a layer of thick blood. Her lips, who's taste I seemed to know all too well. Or her perfectly sculpted jawline. I ran my hand gingerly up it, feeling every line and curve, and slowly distanced my fingers into her hair. It was visible now and I had to cover my mouth to keep my screams from erupting in the small space of the car. There was a laceration. It couldn't have been much longer than my thumb, but it was deep enough to expose the smooth bone of Quinn's skull. Donny notices my distress and quickly wraps a torn piece of miscellaneous cloth around the raging gash.