Foolish Heart //Danger Days//

24. Car Full of Idiots

Party, Dylan and I ran down the busy streets. The former order was now obliterated, and everyone was panicked. We sprinted towards a flaming B.L.I building, one of many in the city.

"Jet! Ghoul!" Party called into the fire.

Nothing.

"Oh god." I stepped towards the building, but there was nothing I could do. Dylan was screaming.

"WHERE'D THEY GO!" He cried, running way too close to the flames. Party grabbed the boy, lifting him away from the danger.

"WHERE'D THEY GO?" He screamed again, flailing his limbs all over the place.

That's when we saw a very battered Ghoul dragging a limp Jet out of the flames. I ran over to them, throwing my arms around the bruised Killjoy.

"What the hell?" I choked into his shoulder. Ghoul slowly placed Jet down on the ground, wrapping both of his arms around me.

"I'm sorry. That wasn't the plan."

I let him go. Party was kneeling down, attending to Jet.

"What plan." I narrowed my eyes.

"We were gonna set off a bomb, just to make a statement. It went off too early." Ghoul told me.

I slapped him.

"You idiot! What were you thinking?"

Ghoul put his hand on the spot on his cheek where I hit him. I pulled him into another hug.

"Don't you ever do that again." I scolded,

"I promise." Ghoul patted my faded blue hair.

"Um, guys, Jet needs some serious help." Party brought my attention away from Ghoul.

Jet was sprawled out on the pavement, blood soaking his curly hair.

"Holy shit." I knelt down next to Party. "What do we do?" I spun my head to face ghoul, feeling extremely panicked.

"We need to get him to Leo!" Ghoul exclaimed. Dylan grabbed for the cardboard box by my feet, still filled with books and shirts. Party and I helped Jet to his feet, and I put one of his arms around my shoulder. Jet slowly began to regain consciousness.

"What happened..." He groaned, then he felt his face.

"My eye..."

Well, lack of eye.

"What happened to my eye!" Jet cried out. Party hoisted Jet's other arm around him, and we lead him to Leo's shop. It was a ten minute walk away, but it was the worst walk in my life. Dylan had passed my box over to Ghoul, who was limping to keep up with us. Jet fell in and out of consciousness. Finally, Party kicked open the door of Leo's place. Leo was quick to hurry up the stairs.

"Great Scott!" Leo gasped in surprise.

"We need help." I told him. Leo rushed down into his cellar, and we were not so quick to follow. Party and I placed Jet down on an empty table.

"His eye got blown out." Party informed Leo, who was frantically digging through a crate of who knows what. He then rushed back, carrying a cloth and a bottle of yellow-ish liquid.

"This is going to hurt a little." Leo warned, pouring a bunch of the liquid onto the cloth. He then pressed the cloth onto Jet's bloody eye socket. The injured Killjoy screeched in pain, causing Dylan to flinch. Ghoul wrapped his arm around my brother, desperately trying to reassure him that everything will be okay.

"So sorry." Leo rambled, rushing back to his little box. He came back with the same bottle, this time filled with a clear substance.

"Oh, what now?" Party sounded a bit irritated.