A Notch in Her Heart (A Pierce the Veil Fanfiction)

XXVII

Belle's POV

The hospital. I didn't want to go there. I've spent too much time in the San Diego hospital and I'm sick of it. Someone always had to have a medical problem of sorts.

Watching my friends get hurt... It was too much to handle. I remember the way Jennifer drew that blade across Valerie's neck for no good reason. I remember wanting to kill her. She isn't a good person because all she cares about is herself. She didn't even go to Dean's side when Vic shot him.

Vic shot Dean. Dean shot Vic. They shot each other.

Why didn't they just leave my friends alone? The sound of the guns going off would never leave my head. The way Vic fell back onto the cold basement floor would never leave my head. There were only nine of us in the basement then. Three dying, six swarming the scene like scared bees.

Mike's adrenaline ran high that day. In one swift movement he picked up his brother and ran him out the basement.

I tried to be useful, I really did. But I am my mother's daughter and she never did well under stress and neither do I. My friend was bleeding from the throat and I couldn't even steady my hands to cut the ropes that bound her. I didn't want to touch that razor blade. It was the one that may've killed one of my best friends.

Jaime, who was beside me the whole time, had told me to go upstairs and help Mike with Vic. I apologized for my uselessness and passed the blade on to him, running up the steps as fast as I could.

Moments later, I was standing around trying to take everything in. Jennifer was in a cop car. Paramedics were running over to help Mike who had his t-shirt soaked in blood, pressed to Vic's chest. Police were storming into the house and two came back out with Valerie and Dean. They laid her next to Vic. I kept telling them to stay awake as they were loaded into the ambulance, side by side.

The paramedics said no one was allowed into the ambulance so I gathered everyone and we piled into the van. Tony drove Vic's car, knowing he wouldn't want to come back to this place. We tailgated the ambulance the whole way to the hospital and it never stopped once. Every red light they ran, we ran. Every grass median they drove through, we drove through. It was highly illegal but Mike didnt care and continued driving like this. No one cared.

In the front seat, Jayne was crying loud. In the trunk part, I sat clutching Jaime's arm a little too hard. I knew it probably hurt with my nails but he didn't complain and I love him for it. tears streamed down my face and Jaime looked pale. Anne sat with her face in her hands and her knees to her chest when all of a sudden, we came to a halting stop.

We had arrived. Mike was out first, Jayne, who was moving considerably slower than him, was pulled out the car by Mike and slung over his shoulder. She cried loud and wailed hard against Mike's back. It was heart breaking and made Anne and I cry hard too.

We watched them wheel our friends out the truck and Mike's shirt was still to Vic's chest. They ran them in and we followed suit. We ran down the long strip of hallway with Mike still clutching Jayne over his shoulder and Tony pulling Anne along who kept tripping over her feet.

A doctor yelled for us to stop at the end of the hall and we knew what came next. As soon as the doctor said we couldn't go any further, Jayne began beating hell into Mike's back. Anne fell to her knees and I fell with her, crawling over and wrapping her in my arms. She returned this favor and we cried, having to he pulled up by Jaime and Tony who were crying now as well. Mike led the way into the waiting room and we got some looks, but couldn't care.

For some reason, Mike wouldn't cry. Everyone knew he hated crying so he kept it all corked up. It wasnt a good idea but he wiped away the many tears brimming his eyes anyways.