Team Adoption

Hospital

Nerdie's POV

I grabbed my phone, and dialed 911. Within minutes an ambulance was screaming towards us.

"Come on MZ. You can do it!" Adam held her hand, a tear slipping from his eye. I held her other hand, feeling her fingers tremble in pain.

"It'll be OK... Everything will be OK MZ!" said Glimmer, hugging her lightly, scared to touch her to much. The ambulance came speeding down the street, doors opening before it stopped. They picked up her limp body, and loaded it in the back.

"Will she be OK?!" asked Adam, brimming with intensity. "Maybe. We cant be too sure at this point." I felt tears well up in my eyes. 'What was that supposed to mean!?' I thought, beggining to pace around the raggedy front lawn. Glimmer wa hugging her Dad, crying into his shoulder. My dad came behind me, and placed a hand on my shoulder. I turned around.

"Dad? Why not me? She's so young..." I sat down on the curb, watching Adam leap into the back of the ambulance, still holding his daughter's hand, a ghostly pale.

"She'll live Jess. She'll live..." He sat next to me, and like Glimmer, I buried my face in his shirt. For once I didn't mind someone calling me by my real name. I liked the way that he said it, more endearing. With a scream, the ambulance left, Adam waving through the back window. Ty got up, leaving me on the curb.

"I'll get the car. we need to go and see her," said Dad, grabbing his car keys and stepping towards the car.

"C'mon guys. Let's go." We all quietly go tin the car, not talking at all. I sat in the front, next to my dad, quietly crying. 'What if she died? Why did the bad stuff always happen to us?' My dad drove with one hand, the other was being held by me. It was a quiet drive, and we could hear the ambulance ahead of us the whole time. A solemn reminder of what may happen.

MZ's POV

The world seemed to float during that ambulance trip. My dad's face was blurry and fading, and everything was cloudy. The pain of the bullet was numbed, just to a dull ache. 'Is this what it's like to die?' I asked myself, mind slowing. I almost wanted to die a little bit. I was ready. At least I had died with a dad, and a loving family. My dad. All of a sudden, I felt his warm hand, holding my small, pale hand. I couldn't leave him. I squeezed his hand, a last thread of life. She wouldn't leave her dad.