All I've Ever Wanted (Laurette)

Chapter 25

Lafayette's POV

I ran over to Laurens who fall to the ground. I felt the immense sense of panic coursing through my veins and flowing into my heart. 'Did they hurt him so bad that he's gone? Oh god, please be ok!' I begged in my mind, dropping onto my knees and trying to pick him up. I got up, holding him close to my chest and holding him bridal/princess style because I saw the wound in his leg. Alex and Hercules came to my side.
"What all is wrong with him....?" Hercules asked, worriedly. I didn't answer, I just turned and started to hurry back the way we came. I held Laurens close to my chest, never letting him slip and I fought tears that welded in my eyes.
'Why would someone do this to you? You, the kindest person on the planet, you didn't deserve this...' I thought to myself, looking down at John's face. His face was covered in mud and blood was dried on his chin. He had a bruise on the front of his neck, almost in the shape of a boot print. Agony gripped my heart and squeezed it hard, trying to keep myself from crying.
We finally made it back to camp and everyone came rushing towards us.
"Everyone back off! We need a medic now!" Hercules demanded. Washington came running with a medic by his side.
"Quickly, get him to the medical tent." Washington said, trying to keep his calm composure but you could tell he was shaken by the sight of John. I walked with the medic to the tent. I set him on the cot and the doctor allowed me to stay with John in case he woke up. I actually helped the doctor locate the bullets in his shoulder and in his leg, then removed them. I saw John flinch and wince but he never actually woke up. We cleaned him up and bandaged his wounds. I contemplated letting the others come in the tent but John needs his rest so I decided not to...
"I'll leave you to watch over him... I have to report to the General." The doctor said and left the tent. I sighed and looked at John who laid peacefully on the cot. I sat in the chair beside him, sliding my hand into his perfectly fine one and squeezing it softly. I then relaxed, letting myself cry. I pressed the back on his hand to my head and cried, sobbing because I felt responsible for this... I should have been up in enough time to go with the group today... It would have been me that got captured, not him. He didn't deserve this. I kissed his hand softly, glancing up at him. His face wasn't turned towards me so I focused on the soft rise and fall of his chest as he slept. I kissed his hand again and looked down.
"I'm so sorry John... I'm sorry I let them hurt you... I swear I'll never let them hurt you again... I promise mon âme sœur..." i whispered and closed my eyes, listening to the silence all but his soft breathing that lulled me into my own sleep.