Run

Chapter 30

It felt like one of Aidan's arrows stabbed me in the heart.

I couldn't stop crying. I couldn't help it. Knowing that Aidan was gone hurt a hundred times more than my arm and leg injury.

Okay, not that much, but it hurt.

He was basically my only friend, the only one I could remember at least. He was there whenever I needed him. He was there whenever I blacked out or whenever I needed someone to talk to. Every time I needed a shoulder to cry on, every time I needed to smile.

But he was gone. Is he still alive? Or did the Institute kill him off? I thought.

No, they wouldn't do that. I convinced myself. They wouldn't kill off an Evolutian. But they're probably torturing him. As a punishment for running away.

The thought makes my pain a hundred times worse.

I was a bloody mess. Literally. As the tears streaked my face, the blood stains my shirt. It starts drying, making my clothes feel stiff and uncomfortable, yet I don't care. I don't care about that because my best friend is gone.

"Lauren," Spencer's voice says. My face is still buried in his chest, his fingers run through my hair. He hasn't left. Not yet. He's still there, just like the first day we met. "Lauren, you're losing too much blood."

"But he's gone," I sobbed.

"Lauren, it's been hours. Why aren't your eyes dry yet?" He asked. "Why aren't you on the verge of dying yet?"

Wow, I thought. You want me to be on the verge of death? Well, he kind of has a point. Nothing's been done to my injuries since Spencer lost his first aid kit. Blood oozes out of my arm and leg like a slow, crimson, disgusting waterfall.

The openings probably got infected by now. That's what happens when you leave a cut open for too long, right?

I feel somewhat lightheaded, like I'm gonna faint at any second, yet the back of my head is pounding. It's like someone's knocking too hard on a door, except my head is the door.

But the pain. The pain is horrible. Excruciating. Yet, somehow that isn't the first thing on my mind.

"Aidan..." I cry his name.

"We have to get you to a hospital," Spencer says.

In my weak state, I find enough strength to pull away from him. I put my left arm, the one that wasn't attacked by a bullet, behind me for stability. I look at him with startled eyes.

"A hospital?" I exclaim, my voice hoarse and weak. "But... they're full of evil doctors and surgical tools and-"

"That's only what it's like at the Institute." Spencer said, taking my injured hand. "I'm going to take you to a different one."

I gently pulled my fingers out of his hand. "I'm not going. They're all equally bad."

Spencer took a deep breath out. "I should've called an ambulance while you were crying." He muttered. "Why didn't I?"

"Wouldn't the doctors find out about my powers?" I asked him, suddenly really lightheaded. "I mean, the Evolutians are a secret operation, right?"

Spencer stood up. "Can you stand?" He asked, ignoring my question. In response, I lost stability and fell to the ground, my head banging onto the hard dirt.

He bit his lip. And that's when I noticed he was injured too. There was a cut on his lower lip and a there was a nasty gash on his forehead, which was bleeding. The crimson colored blood dripped down to his neck. "Wait, I've got an idea."