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Forty Five///Trigger

Shaynes POV

I was so confused at what to do. I was asking who was shooting at us to myself.

I just sat behind a desk worried for my friends. The shooter looked around the room and walked around.

I still hope all my friends are alive. I'm crying laying next to Damien and his passed out body. I took off a sweater I had and wrapped it around his shoulder.

I was waiting for the cops. I could hear the sirens coming and I silently sighed in relief.

I held Damien hoping he would wake up soon.

The cops busted through the door and made the shooter drop the guns.

They cuffed the person and I could hear their saying that they always say as they arrest someone.

I held Damien closer as they took the shooter out the door.

I stood up and the cops could see me and they ran over to me. They wrapped a towel around me and told me it was safe now.

I pointed to Damien and they checked his pulse. They said he was alive and took him to the ambulance. Without saying anything I followed them and asked to sit in the ambulance with Damien.

They hooked an IV up to him and they started driving.

We got to the hospital and I followed them into his room. I walked inside his room and sat on a chair.

I waited there for a while just taking everything in. Like if Damien didn't block me I would've had a bullet through my brain laying on the ground dead.

Or that any of my friends names could be written on a deceased persons form while laying in a body bag

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