Saving Jacob Frye

The Shot

Jaocb and Evie were sitting on a rooftop. They were observing the City below. All the carriages and pedestrians as they all had a place to be.

"Lovely morning today ain't it Jacob?"
Evie asked breaking the silence.
"Indeed....best day in quite a while" he said smiling.
London had been foggy for the past few days, felling the sun on their faces was quite enjoyable for them.

As they sat on the roof, hanging their feet over the edge, Jacob noticed a group of some no-good blighters terrorizing and torturing the people of London. Feeling bored he looked over to Evie and asked "Up for some blighter busting?"
Evie shrugged "well...since I have absolutely nothing to do.....why not?" She said giving a smirk.

The two then jump off the roof simultaneously and land in a nearby hay cart. "Shall I call on the Rooks?" Jacob asked.
"Why?...think we can't take them on our own?" She crossed her arms and looked at her brother.
"Evie,... Of course I know we can take them,my sweet sister. But, this is Westminster. Are.you sure about this?" He asked her

Evie was taken back by his careful thinking "Jacob Frye having common sense? Hah! I thought I would never see this day" she teased him
"Ha ha" he said "...Sod it. Let's go. I'm looking for a good fight anyways" he huffed and headed to the fight.

Evie followed him soon after. There were ten blighters and two Templars. Jacob headed into the attack without a second thought while as Evie planned her attack before running in.

The two flawlessly took out the Blighters and then headed for the Templars. As they attacked them, one of them whistled a special tune. Within the minute, five big blighters came to their aid. Jacob saw them and his eyes went wide "uh oh" he said before killing the Templar attacking him. Evie finished off hers and saw the brutes also. "Oh no" she said. They looked at echother.
"Shall we be going now?" Jacob asked his sister
"Probably the better idea at the moment." She said starting to run.

They both took off at a bolt, but, for some reason, the Templars were extremely nimble and light on their feet. They were actually gaining on them. "Um.....that's not good" Jacob said looking over his shoulder to see them.
Evie looked also "well... I guess we fight them" she said stopping and looking at the Templars that ran up to them.
"Here goes" he said running up to attack them
"Jacob shouldn't we-..?!" She said trying to stop him but he was already in a fist fight with one of them.

She attacked also throwing knives at two of them before attacking the one in the middle.
Jacob exchanged punches with two of the templars. He managed to kill the first one but the second one picked up a rock and smashed it across the left side of his forhead.
He stumbled back and fell to the ground with a Yelp.
The Templar then picked up Jacob by his jacket and tossed him across the roof, making him hit the ground and nearly fall off the edge of the roof. He scampered back before falling off

Evie killed two of the brutes before she saw Jacob getting beat up. Furious, she attacked the Templar with full force. She hoped she could help Jacob soon as she was barely holding on herself.

Jacob stumbled up and shook his head. His vision was slightly blurry from the blow to the head. He put his arms up to block just in time before the Templar right hooked him. The brute then pulled out a hunting knife and attacked Jacob again, swinging the knife at his torso and arms.
He hissed when the Templar slashed him across the chest. Stunned and in pain he stepped back.

Evie was busy with the Templar. She tried to finish him off but the Templar would always take advantage of her before she could kill him. "Hold on Jacob! I'm coming!" She said to him.

The Templar took advantage of him being stunned and kicked Jacob in the gut , causing him to stumble back to where he was at the very edge of the roof. The Templar smiled seeing he had the opportunity to take him down. He pulled his pistol, aimed, then pulled the trigger.

Evie heard the shot and looked over at Jacob, who is nowhere to be seen. Her eyes went wide "JACOB!!" She shouted as her heart lept to her throat. She furiously attacked the Templar finally managing to stab him in the neck. She then threw a knife at the other ones head and killed them both. She ran to the edge of the roof to see where he was.

He was on the ground. His fall braced by some weak boxes that were below. He was unconscious and his head had a gash on his forehead. And...oh God...his jacket was covered in blood. Quickly she rushed down off the roof and ran up to him "Jacob!...oh ...oh gosh!" She said pulling him from the boxes.
He groaned weakly. He barely opened his eyes and looked at her.
She had him lay on the ground flat. She pulled aside his jacket. He'd been shot. "No..nonononononono!" She said placing her hand on the wound.
He hissed in pain as she did. His breathing was beginning to go ragged and light as his lungs were filing up with blood. "S..stay with me Jacob...help! Somebody help!!!" She shouted "Rooks!!! To me!!!" She shouted.

He coughed and blood began to trickle down the side of his mouth. Soon some Rooks came to her aid.
"Miss Frye! What happened?!" One of the Rooks asked her
"He's been shot and he fell off the roof" she said to them. "I need help carrying him to a carriage!" She nearly pleaded.

Jacob looked at Evie weakly "Are....y..you getting scared...s.sis?" He asked with a slight smile before wincing again in pain.
Evie looked at Jacob with tears in her eyes.
"Yes Jacob, I'm terrified" she admitted. Her voice choking up at the end.

The Rooks then helped carry Jacob. Two were at his feet, Evie was holding him up at the shoulders and two were on each side of him holding his back straight. Jacob yelped in pain as he was lifted up. "M..my chest!! Ahh!" He yelped at Evie.

Broken ribs. She thought as he said that. She needed to be more careful now knowing that, one wrong move, and she could make this bad situation worse.

His. Breathing was becoming slow and light gasps.his eyes squeezed shut tightly fromthe agonizing pain from the gunshot and broken ribs.
They slowly began walking to the carriage that was located just outsideof the alleyway they were in.

Once they made it to the carriage, they slowly had Evieget in first backwards while still holding Jacob up. Then the others helped him in. They had him lay longways along the seat in the carriage.
He groaned in pain as he held his chest tightly, blood still trickling even though he held pressure on it. His face was becoming pale and he was lightly shaky.

Evie sat in the bench across from him and held him still as the carriage raced down the streets of London to the hospital.
"Stay with me Jacob" Evie said to him worriedly.
He said nothing as he was struggling to stay conscious. His eyes slowly rolling back into his head. He coughed again groaning in pain afterwards from his broken ribs. It hurt to move, it hurt to breathe, it even hurt to not breathe.

"E...evie~?" He said weakly.
"Yes Jacob?" Asked Evie
"I....I...I didn't...w..... want...t.t..t.tto die" he said in a shaky tone of voice.
Evie had tears in her eyes she. She was shaking also as she helped him keep pressure on his wound.
"Don't worry Jacob. I...I'm not going to let you die" she said reassuringly.
Soon, Jacob's eyes slid shut and his breathing slowed even more. It was barely even noticable with how shallow his breathing was.

Soon the carriage came to a hault, and the Rooks came out to help Evie with Jacob.
He was passed out at this point witch would make it easier for them to carry him.

They carry him into the hospital.
Evie looked around frantically and shouted "Somebody help me please!!!! This man is dying!!"
Soon Florence Nightingale came running out of one of the rooms and saw a near lifeless Jacob being carried.
Her eyes went wide and. "Oh no!...t...take him this way!!" She said to Evie and the Rooks.
They rushed him into the room she had ready and carefully set him on the bed.
Florence then began to remove his jacket, shirt and vest. Evie helped her with cutting off his white shirt under his vest and pulling it off.

Since he is passed out,she began to remove the bullet from his chest. Carefully picking each piece of metal out of the wound as she pulled the bullet out.
Once she removed all of the pieces of the bullet and the bullet itself, she began stitching it up carefully.
Evie stepped back and watched her work. Her face was pale as she watched her brother barely breathing.

She barely got any sleep last night as she watched her brother closely. She watched the slow but steady rise and fall of his chest. I hope he makes it through this she thought as she sat in the chair next to the bed he was laying in.
Finally exhaustion took over and her eyes became heavy. She finally fell asleep.......