I sat in class, slumped back in the seat as the teacher entered the room, pulling up her PowerPoint.
I glance over to Harry beside me, who's staring at me with the biggest grin on his face. I give him a questioning look, but he looks away.
I turn back to the teacher and watch her talk. Harry and I have been dating for a solid two years and we are seniors, 3 more months til graduation!
I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and reach down to get it, trying not to get caught. Then the intercom sounds.
"Students of Riverside High School, we have found a bomb on the second floor bathroom, we ask you to stay calm and as of now, we are going to evacuate the first floor, followed by the second."
I look over to Harry with fright, pulling my phone out to text my mother.
"Put your phone's away!" The teacher calls, frantic for looking for something.
I look around and everybody's staring to their lap, not listening.
School's evacuating, bomb in school.
I quickly type that and watch our teacher find a bag. "Okay, class. We will go now."
I stand from my seat, sliding my phone in my pocket and leaving everything behind. I walk beside Harry who grabs ahold of my hand.
"We are fine, Y/N." He says, trying to stay calm. But I know he's not calm. "See, nothing's happening, we are fine."
As soon as he says that, I hear something explode and then I'm thrown to the ground by flames. It didn't quite knock me out, but I felt pretty weak, everything hurt.
I hear screams and cries for help as I just lay there, staring at Harry who's across the hall, laying there.
"Harry!" I cry, feeling the tears come. "Harry!"
I watch his eyes flutter open as he sits up, looking around frantically. He tries to stand, but winces in pain before falling back down.
"Harry " I cry, watching him look to me.
"Y/N, baby. It's okay!" He calls as I see people starting to freak out
"Come over here!" I cry, barely being able to contain my sobs, wanting him near me, wanting him to hold me in what seems like these last hours
I watch him get his self situated before starting to crawl on his elbows, dragging his legs from behind.
"Oh, my god, Harry, we are gonna die!" I cry when he reaches me.
He leans himself up against a locker next to me, like me, and grabs ahold of my hand.
"Shh." He hushes. "It's okay, it's okay."
"It hurts!" I cry, letting go of his hand and grabbing my arm, which is throbbing. "My arm hurts so much, Harry!"
I look up to him and see him crying as he wraps an arm around my shoulders, leaning into me.
I hear footsteps and look down the hall to see guys emerge from the stairwell. Firefighters. I sob even harder, holding my arm.
There's about 7 of them, in which all spread out and help the most injured. One, in fact, comes to me.
"Your arm?" He asks and I nod, letting him take my arm in his hands. I wince in pain. "I used to be a paramedic." He informs me.
I watch him turn my arm over and I see the big gash of flesh. Blood everywhere and burns too, hurting my aching body.
I watch people get carried out as some guy come to Harry, but he refuses to leave without me
"What's your name?" The guy tending my arm asks.
"Y/N." I say.
"Well, Y/N, can I carry you out?" He asks and I nod.
I watch him wrap my arm in a blanket before hooking his arms under my legs and around my back. I wince when he picks me up, it being clear that my arm isn't the only thing injured.
He carries me down the stairwell, and out the doors where police officers, firefighters, paramedics, everybody is lined up.
Paramedics rush over to us with a gurney and I get placed on it, wincing once again. I get rushed away to the ambulance and when I'm being lifted up, I see Harry get put in an ambulance beside me and pray to God he's alright.
In the ambulance, I get an oxygen mask put on me immediately and get pricked with needles, then they go to remove my stable support for my arm.
They pull it off and I scream in pain, the pain unbearable. I cry as I beg the girl not to move it anymore.
But she only goes carefully, though it still hurts. She examines my arm and lays it across my stomach.
Soon enough, I'm going through the hospital doors and the whole ER watches.
"We've got another one from the school!" Somebody calls out as I feel myself get lifted to the other bed, gettting examined. They cut my clothes off, in which I feel so uncomfortable.
"Can you hear me, hon?" A nurse asks as she quickly examines my eyes.
"Yes." I choke.
And that's the last thing I remember. I woke up in a bed, feeling pain shooting through my arm. I sit up, gripping it but now feel a cast.
I see a quick movement from the corner of my eye and when I look up, Harry stands there.
"Oh, god, Y/N!" He chokes, setting his arms on the bed. "They said you might not make it!"
I watch him talk as I try to scratch at the cast, something.
"Does your arm hurt?" He asks and I nod, still a bit drowsy from the sleep.
Harry pushes a button on the bed and explains what's going on. A few seconds later, a nurse comes in with a shot.
"Hello, Y/N." She greets. "I have this, you need to take it in your shoulder. It'll ease the pain completely, okay?"
I nod, not looking forward to this.
She slides my nightgown down and pushes the shot into my arm, right above the cast which almost stops at my shoulder.
"I'll have the doctor come in." She smiles, walking out.
"Where's my mom?" I ask, looking around.
"She's outside. Only two people can visit at a time and she's outside, talking to your dad." I nod, leaning back in the bed, feeling my pain in my arm go at ease.
