Wildflowers and Redneck Boyz (ON HOLD)

Chapter 22: Finally Free

"As there seem to be no objections, you may turn around for a second and smile at the camera before kissing the bride." This was definitely a weird situation.

"Uh what for?" Bradley asked.

"I just said a picture," the preacher replied, "use your head for something other than to keep your ears apart." He rolls his eyes and turns us around. Right as the camera man says "smile," the preacher covers my eyes. Bradley's screaming in pain as I'm being dragged away by the preacher. I'm kicking and screaming as much as I can to get free because the last thing I need is for someone else to kidnap me.

"Will you relax, Rylan?" the voice asked, "I'm trying to get you out of here, you know." The voice is starting to sound familiar now. I look at the face and the camoflauge underneath the wedding officiant cloak, and it all clicks.

"Ethan?"

"Who else would it be?" I fling my arms around his neck, sobbing. He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me off the ground, setting me on a table to examine any possible wounds I might've gotten.

"But how did you-"

"I saw Bradley the other day. And my deployment was delayed, so I decided to get in on this. I was able to get help from the government, but mainly a few CIA members and enough people from the SWAT Team to surround the building since he's tried to murder Hunter and Wyatt. They lended us equipment and when that camera took a picture, it shot pepper spray at the eyes of the people smiling at it. It gave us enough time to cuff him and take him into custody. There are ambulances outside ready to take care of everybody and to check you out a bit more. Did he do anything to you?"

"Not that I know of."

"Alright. Let's go get everyone."

*That was too close for comfort.*

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We get to the hospital about a half hour later. They brought everyone except me here on an ambulance. Everyone but Hunter and Wyatt were brought out to the waiting room once the doctors took care of their wounds, and we were still waiting on results for Hunter and Wyatt. Dann and crew came a few minutes after we did, claiming they were knocked out and stuffed onto a locked bus before they could try and save us. They asked how Hunter and Wyatt were doing, and we had to inform them that we didn't know anything yet. Mama was crying for Hunter while daddy looked really upset about it. Then Ethan was probably about to cry for Wyatt. I mean, he wasn't here the first time this happened to him being deployed and all, but he probably still feels pretty guilty about the whole thing. Em and Destini were crying their eyes out while Andy and Tristen were supporting them. Matt was with Sam, Devo was with Steve, Andy was with Nitro, Betsy was with Dann, and Ethan's commanding officer was with him to help support him with Wyatt.

As for myself, I was left alone on this one once more, causing so many thoughts to run through my head.

*Are they okay? What'll happen to them? How much blood have they lost? What condition were they in? Are they in a coma, or just needing rest? Will Wyatt almost die on me again? Will Hunter die on me? What am I gonna do without my brother and best friend? Who will be there for me when I feel invisible? Who will keep me going through life? Who will keep me from hurting myself again? How long are they locking Bradley up for this? Where will they keep Bradley locked up? Is he even going to court with this, or is he just going to go straight to jail?

*Will Wyatt and Hunter be the same people I grew up to know and love after all this blows over?*

Thoughts like that just kept flooding through my head. I felt numb, cold, alone in the world once more. My two rocks were both in hospital beds, probably hooked up to drips and a lot of machines just to keep them alive. Maybe even oxygen masks. Suddenly a doctor in about his mid-fifties comes up to us in a bloody lab coat.