alive ↠ hs

.13

Saige's POV

I watched as the sky turned from a dark blue to dark grey as the sun started to set. 

There was a storm coming.

I had been looking for roughly half an hour an had yet to find anything. I had to turn around soon or I wasn't going to make it back in time. 

I wondered if Asher was worrying to Harry. Or annoying him with some stupid facts about Britney Spears. Either way, Harry was on the receiving end.

I was worried about his foot. If we didn't get it stabilized and wrapped, it could just screw it up even further.

I was about to break through some trees when a loud scream echoed through the woods. 

Asher. Harry.

I turned back around, breaking into a run. My feet hit the ground heavily as I stumbled over tree roots and vines, nearly hitting the ground multiple times. 

After too long, my heartbeat pounding in my ears as I searched the forest for my friends.

"Asher?" I yelled out, not caring who heard. "Harry?"

"Saige!" I turned around just as his small body crashed into mine, wrapping his arms around me. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I said, my hand resting on his face. "Was that you screaming?"

"No, we thought it was you," Asher said, turning around to look for Harry. "He was just behind me."

I pulled the gun from my waistband, following Asher in the path they came from.

Harry's body came into view, laying on the ground unconscious, his perfect hair a shriveled mess.

I broke out into a run, falling to my knees beside him. "Harry?"

"What happened?" Asher asked me.

I pressed my fingers against his forehead, searching his body for injuries. "He's been running on his sprained ankle, he either passed out from heat exhaustion or there's some other injury."

Asher pointed out a large red blob on his shirt. "There."

I pulled it up, the skin around it now covered in red. I pulled another shirt from my bag, pressing it against the wound. 

"A bullet must have scraped him earlier." Asher said, digging through my bag.

"We need to find somewhere to stay for the night," I said, pulling him to his feet. "I was about half a mile from here and still hadn't found anything, maybe if we head in a different direction, we'll find somewhere."

Asher started to head ahead of us, making me put my hands on his hips. "Oh, no, honey, I can't carry him on my own."

Asher sighed, putting an arm around his waist, pulling an arm over his shoulder, the same as I did. We hauled him up, walking through the forest.

Half and hour later, Harry was still unconscious, I was scared that he had lost too much blood. His usual olive skin had turned into an off white color. Both Asher and I were exhausted from carrying it and the sun had started to set. 

It was too dangerous to be out here at night. Especially after today. Especially with the clouds twisting into an ugly, dark color.

We broke through some trees, a large house coming into view.

I set Harry against the tree, handing Asher my gun. "You clear it, I'll stay here with him."

Asher hesitated before taking the gun from my hand and heading towards the house. I kneeled beside Harry, pushing his hair from his sticky forehead. 

Ignoring the fact that I'd only known for a short amount of time, I didn't want him to die. 

"C'mon, Harry, wake up." I said softly, mindlessly pressing a kiss to his hairline.

Asher called us as I wrapped an arm around Harry, a soft grunt coming from my mouth as I nearly dragged him into the house. 

We set up the blankets and the fire as I dug through our bags, trying to find the antibiotics I grabbed from the nursing home. Fortunate for Harry, I also snatched a first aid kit so I could stitch him up and control the infection.

Asher went out to look for things in the other houses while I tended to Harry. He was still unconscious as I pulled up his shirt, revealing his abdomen.

I cleaned the cut, finding it deeper than I anticipated. Luckily, it didn't hit anything important, although he had lost too much blood. 

The only choice we had was a blood transfusion.

I opened the door, searching the dark for Asher's flashlight. "Asher!"

After a few seconds, his beam shot through the dark as he ran over. "I found exactly what we needed."

He opened his pack, IV needles, lines, and antibiotics filling it. I sighed with relief. "We have the supplies we need, the operation is risky."

 "Oh god, what are we doing?" He asked, locking the door as thunder rumbling in the distance.

"I need to stitch him up and give him the blood transfusion, problem is, we don't know his blood type and there's a high possibility he won't wake up for us to ask before he dies."

Asher raised his eyebrows. "It's that bad?"

"The bullet went deeper than I thought, he lost more blood than we thought," I sighed. "He hid it from us. We have to use your blood, I have to be clear minded enough to perform the operation."

I cleaned my hands, the needles, stitching him up, and performing the transfusion. I was thorough, making sure it was done correctly, regretting that I took my medical book out of my bag. The thunder was shaking the house every few minutes, lightening flashing in the room around us, rain pelting the roof.

Asher was dizzy and out of it when I finished. "Now what?"

"Now we wait and see if it was the right blood type."

We sat there, watching his chest rise and fall, praying that it was the right type.

As if on cue, his chest started rapidly rising and falling as he struggled to breathe. I reached out to him, pulling him up so he could catch his breath.

"What does that mean?" Asher asked, looking at me.

I held Harry up, waiting for him to breathe. "It means it was the wrong blood type."

"What does that mean?" Asher repeated.

 I brushed Harry's hair back from his face and let out a choked sob. "It means we might have just killed him."