Save Me Tonight

Jarrod (Oh Shoot)

Chapter 20

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Chapter 20

My leg stings. That’s pretty much all I can focus on right now. I know I’m by Harry, and I remember Niall fell, but nothing else.

“Callie?” I hear whispers. I can’t make out whose voice it is. My hand twitches wildly. Harry tightens his grip around my body. I grab his strong arm and hold on tight. “Callie?” I hear whispers again. This time I’m almost sure it’s Harry.

“Har” Is all I can get out of my mouth.

“Shh.” He whispers. I open my eyes and stare up at him. He hands me a bottle of water and I drink thirstily. After I drink the whole bottle I feel much better.

“What happened?” I whisper, very softly.

“Do you remember?” Harry asks me.

“Sort of.” I reply weakly. I give a small attempt to sit up, but I settle for leaning my neck on Harry’s upper arm. For the first time, I see Niall. He’s sitting in between Liam and Zayn; his head hung low avoiding my gaze. I stare at him intently for a bit, but he doesn’t move. He clutches his bloody hand tightly. “What happened to Niall?” I ask.

“It’s broken, I think.” He replies sadly.

“What happened to me?” I ask.

“The only thing we know is that there is quite a large piece of wood stuck in it, it’s all bloody, and we need to get out of here as fast as possible or infection could spread.” I let out a long low groan.   Harry calmly strokes my hair.

“How long was I out?” I ask uncertainly.

“Eight hours.” Answers Liam. Figures. I probably have the lowest pain tolerance in the world.

“What time is it?” I ask. I hear some scrambling for phones.

“6:00 AM” Answers Louis.

“I’ll just tell you everything now and here.” Niall mumbles. “They were going to get food. You told me you didn’t want to walk, so you got on my back. We went looking for them. We couldn’t find them so you decided to try and call Harry. You only had one bar, so you told me to get higher. I hopped up on a bench, lost my balance, and fell. You screamed and hit the ground. We both then blacked out. I woke up about 7 and a half hours ago and found Eleanor. Then we found the boys. Harry tried to get a helicopter but there isn’t one available until 4 today.” He says, never looking up.

“Niall-“ I start, but Harry cuts me off with his glare.

“I’m gonna go get some water.” Niall mumbles.

“I’ll come with.” I tell him. I start to get up, but as I move my right leg a blinding pain overcomes me. It lasts for a few seconds until I black out again.

When I open my eyes, I hear a gasp of relief. Harry is standing right above me. I do my best to sit up. Niall has his head in his hands. He groans.

“There, now I did it twice!” He moans. Liam pats him on the back awkwardly.

“It’s not your fault Niall, I shouldn’t have tried to get up!” I say trying to comfort him. He just groans again. Hours pass by of just awkward moments. Nobody talks. Niall moans. Harry squeezes my hand. I drift off to sleep. I’m shaken awake and am notified that, according to Zayn:

“It’s 3:45! We get to get away from this mess they call a country!” Everybody gets up and starts to walk away. I’m left with Harry and Niall.

“Man my back is sore.” Harry says.

“No Harry, I will not.” Says Niall, but before he can finish, Harry runs off. Niall tentatively walks over to me and leans over. I hop onto his back, trying to avoid his injured hand. He starts to walk off slowly.

“YAH NIALL YAH!” I yell. He quickly speeds up. We stop next to the rest of the group and stare into the sky. It’s not just some plain old helicopter. It’s swarming with paramedics. One lands on the ground before the helicopter. He quickly grabs me from Niall, touching my leg in the process.

“Ow!” I screech. Niall looks as if he died a little. “No Niall not” But I can’t even finish. I’m swarmed with paramedics poking at my leg. It’s really quite painful.

“Harry!” I moan. To my surprise he appears by my side. “Make them stop.” Some paramedic guy takes Harry aside and starts to whisper, but that’s not what catches my eye. What catches my eye is the 6’4 brunette staring at me.

“I told you that you couldn’t make it on your own, Cal.” Jarrod says. He pulls out his phone and pushes a few buttons. He holds the phone up to his ear and after a slight pause he says “Found her Mrs. Edwards.”