After the gunshot, Wyatt collapsed with a puddle of blood appearing from his chest. I was breathless. My heart was beating so fast i thought that i would collapse. Steven was smiling. Happy that he had hit him.
I lean down and put my hands over his wound. I didnt even realize i was crying until a tear slipped down onto his shirt. His beautiful big eyes were open and nonmoving. His lips were parted and his blonde hair was darker. It seemed as if the light and joy was taken out of him.
He was gone. Wyatt was dead. I got up and pushed Steven. I yelled and tried to fight back when he pushed me harder but i was too weak. I fell on my ass and i looked up at Steven.
He looked a bit scared to be honest. His lips were parted and he seemed shocked. I didnt realize what had happened until i saw a knife go through his chest.
I screamed as Stevens body fell in front of me leaving a man covered in tattoos and one hell of a face. Brown and grey eyes. Dazed smile and a hand in front of me.
I grab his hand and he lifts me up pretty easily. I didnt not know who this hero was but i liked him. He smiled and kissed my head. Who was he?
"I-I need to help. W-Wyatt. What if hes still ali-" before i could finish the man took off Wyatts shirt and applied a bandage to the wound. He put Wyatt over his shoulders and casually walked out of the alley way.
He grabbed his hand out for me and i did what he wanted. We walked to the closest hospital and told whoever was there what happened. I thought Wyatt was dead but he still had a bit of life in him.
***
The third day of Wyatt being in a coma he wakes up. He smiled to see me and to be honest i cried. Cried to know that he was safe. Alive, warm, and happy. I told him that Steven was dead.
I learned the name of the guy that killed Steven. His name was Matt. He came by yesterday but i dont think hes coming back. I told him i had a boyfriend when he tried to kiss me. I pointed to Wyatt and his face scrunched and he walked out.
Did he really do this all for me?
