What if I didn't?

Chapter four

(Marcos POV)

Everything was black. I could hear muffled voices, screams, sobbing. I could feel heat in my shoulder. I was so tired. I just wanted to sleep. I wondered if Star wou-
"STAR!" I woke up, sat bolt upright, and yelled. Immediately I felt a hot pain in my shoulder.
"Woah there buddy, don't rip your stitches. It's okay, you're safe." I looked around. Emergency vehicles surrounded the school. I looked at the woman. She was a paramedic. I looked at my arm. There were indeed 15 or so stitches on each side of my shoulder.
"You're lucky kid, the bullet went out the other side. You're going to be just fine." I had been shot? When? Suddenly it all came back to me. The gunshots, Oscar, the gym, the shooter, and Star, it all came flooding back to me.
"Where's Star?" I asked urgently. The kind paramedic chuckled.
"Look left, bud." I did so, and saw Star, asleep but alive, leaning on my shoulder. Her right legging was removed, as were her boot and sock, and there was a brace and a massive amount of bandages on the leg.
"Is she gonna be okay?" I begged the paramedic.
"She'll be fine, but her shot was bad. It caught some bone, so she'll have some trouble waking for some time." I lay my head back and said a silent prayer. She was okay. I thought suddenly about the others.
"Did- did everyone else get out okay? Is everyone safe?" The paramedics smile faded. She looked down at the ground. I saw a few tears. I broke. I started shaking, my entire body racking with sobs. Suddenly, a familiar voice yelled to me: "CHICO!" My parents flew at me, hugging me, kissing me, crying.
"We thought we'd lost you!" They cried. I held on to them. They looked at Star. As the paramedic explained Star and my conditions, I rested my head in hers. I heard soft whimpers coming from her. She was having a nightmare. I couldn't blame her. We had both just witnessed one ourselves. I looked at the paramedic.
"Excuse me ma'm? But is Star gonna be okay? Are you sure?" She looked at me and nodded. "She seems to have gone into shock, so she may be out cold for a while. I would recommend that someone familiar be by her side when she wakes, so that they can- can explain it to her." She finished sadly. I looked at my parents. They seemed to be debating something. I leaned foreword and tried to listen.
"Honey, these people need our help!" My mom urged. "But Marco, and Star, how can you expect them to fare?" My dad argued. "Marco can handle this, he's strong. I've seen it. As for Star, well, they love each other. He will help her, and she him. Now we have to help these people." My dad sighed and agreed to whatever they were talking about. I leaned back against the wall, pretending to have not heard anything. My dad came over and knelt by my side, while my mom spoke to a few senior paramedics.
"Hey, Marco. We're gonna take you home soon, okay? Your mother-", he sighed. He chuckled, and looked up at me. "Your mother, is a brave and beautiful woman, and she wants to stay here and help, and there sure is a lot to help with. We're going to stay here and help the medics, but first I'm going to drop you and Star back off at the house. Now, listen carefully. Star is in shock. I have a feeling that when she wakes up, she is going to be very scared. Comfort her. Protect her. Keep her safe. I know you can do this." He looked and my, lit his hand on my good shoulder, and smiled sadly. I looked up at him, confused about one thing.
"What do you mean by 'protect her'? You don't think someone will try and keep shooting, do you? The shooters dead, I saw it." He looked at me sadly.
"Marco, you need to protect her from herself."

(Still Marcos POV)

I stepped out of the car. My dad and I grabbed Star, each supporting her by her arms, and brought her inside. We laid her down in her bed. I followed my dad back outside. He turned to me and embraced me. I could feel he was crying a little. I was too. He pulled away and smiled at me.
"Stay safe, and remember that we love you." I looked at him, and hugged him again. He walked back to the car and drove away. I turned around and walked back inside, locking the door behind me. I went to the pantry and found some of my nachos that I hadn't finished. I heated them up and dashed upstairs to Stars room. She was still asleep, laying in her bed, clutching her pillow. She was breathing quickly and whimpering, and tears rolled down her face. I set the nachos down and lay next to her and embraced her. I held her close to me. I was so scared, for what seemed like forever, that I had lost her forever, mere hours after finding out she loved me. I held her close to my chest as I fell to sleep in her bed.