Kidnapped

Hospitals freaking suck.

I hated this. While I was stuck in a freakin canyon there were screams and gunshots going on above me. It sucked. Oh, and in case you’re wondering, I landed on a ledge that was about 10 feet deep, so I couldn’t see over it. I was just so glad that I didn’t DIE.
    I heard a gunshot and started sweating. What was going on???
    Then I heard crying.
    “Harry?” It was Kayla’s voice. “Harry? Harry!”
    I couldn’t breathe. What was going on??!!!!
    Then I heard three gunshots. I hoped those were the bad guys, and I think it was because then it was dead silent.
    “HELLOOOO!” I screamed. “I’M KIND OF IN A CANYON!”
    “Gage and Raven,” Jean’s voice said, sounding shaky, “Get Marisa out, somehow. And do it now.”
    I heard some footsteps and then saw there heads pop over, along with Liam’s. They threw a rope down, and I wondered where they got it......oh well.
    Liam’s face was.....unexplainable.
    “What happened?” I asked as they pulled me up, and he opened and closed his mouth but didn’t say anything.
    It didn’t take long to figure out. I turned my head to see Kayla clutching Harry, who was drenched in blood and had closed eyes.
    “Oh my god oh my god,” I said, falling to my knees. I couldn’t breathe.
    Kayla turned to me, her face streaked with tears, but didn’t say a word.
    “We need to get him to a hospital, now,” Jean said, telling Raven to help him pick Harry up. They put him in the trunk, tossed him in there like trash. I was starting to hyperventilate.
    Kayla sat down next to him, touching his not-moving face, and they closed the trunk. Gage sat in the back, Liam and I in the middle, and then Jean and Raven in the front.
    Liam’s face had no expression. He was staring ahead, with a look of nothingness.
    “Liam,” I said, grabbing his hand. But he didn’t squeeze back like he usually did. “It’s going to be.....” I couldn’t go on.
    We finally reached the hospital and Jean and Raven carried Harry in. He still wasn’t moving. It took all I had to walk on and not break down and cry. Kayla was yelling at a nurse, telling her it was an emergency. I sat down, and the rest was a blur. I watched as doctors ran past me and Kayla left with them. The doctor’s yelled at her, but I couldn’t hear the words. My mind was replaying seeing Harry after coming out of the canyon. I couldn’t understand. This had to be a dream.
    Thirty minutes later, and I was a little more in reality. I had cried and cried for a while, but then I stopped. A nurse gave me some water and I watched as my hands picked them up. They were shaking a lot. The nurse gave me a blanket, and I asked where Liam was, and she pointed to a couch in the corner.
    Liam was sitting there, his knees pressed to his chest, looking forward.
    Kayla came back into the room, tear marks stained on her face.
    I ran to her and gave her a hug, and she hugged back, but I could tell she didn’t want to do anything but see Harry.
    “How is he?” I asked Jean, who had just walked into the room. He was sighing.
    “He’s.....in critical condition,” He said. “But he’s alive.”


    Harry fell, and I ran and caught him, sinking to my knees  and falling to the ground.
    “Harry?” No response.
    “Harry?” No response.
    “Harry!”
    I woke up crying. I started shaking, not sobbing but shaking, and I looked around, not remembering how I got here. I was in a room, Marisa was sitting in a chair, asleep, and Jean was in the bed next to me, his arm taped up. I sat up, struggling with my shaking body, and moved my right shoulder to feel that there was an intense amount of tape on it.
    My lips were dry and I wanted water. I swung my legs over the bed and stood up, nearly falling over, then swore under my breath at myself.
    Screw getting shot. It was stupid.
    I walked out of the room and into the hospital hallway, which was lit brightly. I made my way into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, frowning. My hair was surprisingly still kind-of in tact, it’s messy and tangled curls running down my back, but my face looked like I’d just woken up from the living dead.
    My cheeks were tear-stained, which told me I’d been crying while I was asleep. Who does that?
    I peed and walked out, not sure where I was going at first, but then I realized I was at Harry’s door. I opened the door slowly, and found he was in the exact same position he had been in when I’d left.
    Visions of doctors on him, blood sprayed on the white sheets, and Harry’s pale face filled the backs of my eyes, and I shook my head to get them to leave.
    He was laying in bed, under a small layer of sheets. He was shirtless, they hadn’t wanted to put much pressure on the wound. Tight wrap and gauze were wrapped around his torso and back, covering most of his lower stomach. His hair was a curly mess, eyes closed.
    I was surprised to see that Liam was already in there, kneeling besides his brother bed. I made myself smile and walked over. “Sup?” I asked.
    He looked up at me. “You know, the usual.”
    I laughed quietly and said, “This sucks.”
    “Yeah. It does.”

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