It's You

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-Boze-

Everyone began shifting to one end of the helicopter trying to help the guys, but unknowingly we tipped the helicopter.

I lost my grip as I began sliding out the door, feeling the quick grasp of Courtney as she grabbed my shirt.

She began to slip as Lasercorn reached his arm out and grabbed her, having him pull the two of us back.

I shook my head, reaching my arms out and gripping Wes' shirt as everyone pulled him aboard, followed by Flitz and Shayne.

I had Wes' head in my arms as everyone began tending to the wounds.

A pilot unbuckled himself and came into the back to Wes.
"He's still breathing!" the pilot called.

I began gently tapping Wes' cheek as a blanket was wrapped around me.

I smiled, looking up at Courtney as she sat beside me.

"He's going to be okay." She smiled as tears welled in my eyes.

I looked back down at him, trying to wake him up.

"Wes?" I whimpered.

"Ma'am. He's lost a lot of blood." The pilot exclaimed.
"He might not wake up for a while. We're taking you all directly to the hospital."

"How far aways that?" I asked, he turned away for a moment and looked back at me.

"Too far." He exclaimed.
"We need to find a way to stop the bleeding."

Well great.
The man placed my hands over one of the wounds and told me to apply pressure whilst he looked around.

There's nothing more spine tingling than feeling of someone you care abouts blood oozing through your fingers..
Someone you need, slowly bleeding out infront of you and you're doing all you can but you know it's not enough.

I would have watched the life drain from his cheeks if it hadn't already.
The cold from the snow washed away his colour, along with everyone else's.

But Wes..

I sighed as the pilot came over with a piece of cloth.
I knew it wouldn't do much, but at least it'd do more than what I was....

The pilot began applying a great deal of pressure and I watched as his eyes burst open.

His breathing was rapid and tears began to well in my eyes.
It was very visable how much pain he was in.

I leant over towards him, the pilot warning me to be cautious.

I leant towards him, curling my hand in his as he winced in pain.
"Wes?" I asked, feeling my body shaking.

"B-Bo..." he began before gritting his teeth.
I rested my head between his neck and non-shot shoulder as I gently sobbed.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, clutching his hand tightly.

Hey dudes, I'm sorry I'm late with posting this.. somehow i messed up the days I'm meant to post and I basically just sat staring at a wall for ten minutes.
I hope you dudes enjoyed this, lots of love.!