My heart is full of fear as I run to Habit's side. He doesn't move, so I roll him onto his side. His eyes are closed and his body is riddled with bullet holes. Behind me, somewhere off in the distance, I hear Vinny gasp. But everything falls away from us.
I move so his head is in my lap. Then I do what I've seen in the movies - I slap him across the face. Once. Twice. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
"Habit! Evan!" I cry, shaking his shoulders.
"Oh my God," Vinny breathes. "Is he ... ?"
"No. He can't be. He's just ... unconscious. We can wake him up, I know it."
"Y/n ..."
"No, Vinny! He's not dead! Okay? We just have to wake him up, that's all."
"How?"
"He's been fuckin' gutted before and lived, bullets aren't gonna be the end of him."
So many hows are floating in my head. How did this happen? How did he let this happen? How will we wake him up? How long until he wakes up? How did we not hear the gunshots?
But most disturbing of all, is that I was talking to Jeff when this happened. Was he just buying his lackeys some time before we went back home? Or was he being serious with what he said?
I guess we'll never know ...
I'm so wrapped up in my thoughts that I don't even notice when he starts moving and healing, his green eyes opening up to finally, finally look at me.
"Y/n ..." he croaks.
"Hi," I say dumbly.
"Are you okay?" Vinny asks.
"Frame it, people. Vinny actually cares about me," Habit grunts as he sits up, bullets falling out of the closing wounds on him.
"Is Evan ... ?"
"Asleep. He's fine, it was me who got hurt," Habit replies.
I lean over and kiss him. Hard.
He smiles and chuckles against my mouth.
"Nothing could keep me from my little Rabbit," he says.
It's my turn to laugh a little. "I'm so glad you're okay."
"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?"
I look at Vinny. Should we tell him?
As if reading my thoughts, he nods once.
"Okay," I say slowly. "We gotta tell you something."
