Remember

Chapter 23: New Friendship

I rush my way downstairs, shoving people, pushing them out of my way. I make it to the front door and I don't know what I was expecting, maybe people making a commotion over the sound of someone screaming, but they're all too drunk to notice anything.

Once I'm out in front of the house, I hear for the scream again. It sounds further than before. Oh no, what if I am too late? I twist and turn and take in my surroundings. I strain my ears; I don't hear anything for a few minuets.

"I know where it's coming from." Sawyer says. He runs ahead of me, leading the way. I follow after him, hoping he's right. The streets are lit pretty dim, any garbage can looks like a small human. Sawyer slows down his pace, he turns to me and signals for me to stay quiet. I hear someone screaming in agony in an alley somewhere.

"Wait here." Sawyer harshly whispers into my ear. He checks his surroundings and studies everything. He turns left into an alley; I walk right after him. When I turn the corner, I wasn't expecting to see a girl laying face down. I'm in complete shock with the scene in front of me, her screams become silent. Sawyer turns her small body around, he checks her pulse.

"She's breathing, but hardly." He says more to himself. All I can hear is my heart pounding through out my body. There is a pool of blood surrounding her. Sawyer starts talking to me, but everything seems excruciatingly slow. He doesn't seem to be shocked, he just jumps into action. Sawyer tells me to call 9-1-1, my fingers shake while dialing. I tell the operator where we are and I hang up. I watch as Sawyer examines the dying girls body, and he finally finds the gun shot wound. I hear him whisper to himself and he takes out a suture kit from his back pocket.

"Come here." Sawyer mutters, and I'm at his side in seconds. His features are hard, he's clenching his jaw and he seems so focused.

"Shit" he murmurs to himself. Sawyer gets up quick and takes his shirt off. He rips it and ties it above the gun shot wound to stop it from bleeding further. I look at the girl and her features are familiar. I've seen this girl before, but where?

"I need you to hold down here, put pressure." He commands, and I quickly comply. He leads my hand to where I need to hold down. I don't have time to remember where she's from. There's so much blood, and I feel helpless.

"The gunshot wound is near her femoral artery. If it shot her there, she would have bled out in bloody minutes." He starts explaining to me. I look at him with a "really?" look. He's teaching me something, instead of working faster. He looks at my face and rolls his eyes. "She'll be fine." He assures me, but I feel far from that.

"Who would do this to a poor girl?" I say, my voice shaky. Sawyer looks at me, and I know he's figured out what happened and who did it. But like everything else, I'm never on the side of the answers. I'm always left in the dark.

I watch Sawyer take out a small bottle of what I'm assuming is alcohol and he pours it over the open wound. The poor girl starts to squirm and shake. She screams out in pain and Sawyer soothes her, telling her she's okay. I have to hold her down the more she moves. Sawyer is quick, taking out a pair of tweezers and a knife. He digs out the bullet within seconds. I can hear the sound of the ambulance blaring, not far from where we are. Sawyer snaps his head up to the sound coming closer and turns to me. He ties the rest of his shirt around the open wound. He has all the materials to stitch her back together, but something is stopping him. He packs all his stuff and wipes his bloody hands on his pants. He walks over to me quick and grabs my hand, pulling me away from the girl.

"We have to go." He curtly says and starts leading me out of the alley. We run a few blocks and I beg him to stop, the adrenaline rush has worn off and I'm still in shock. Why is he acting so suspicious?