Wake up Sam.

The Bullet

Alex's POV:

FOUR MONTHS EARLIER:

"SAM!"

I couldn't. I couldn't believe what I just saw. Sam, my best friend, my childhood companion had just been shot. After everything that happened.

To save me.

I ran to the pavement to hold her run down face.

"Alex, I'm so sorry. " I turned around to see Alyssa. That girl. I wanted to punch her in the face so hard but right now I was more worried about Sam.

She threw her hoodie at me.

"Here. You need to stop the bleeding from her head."

I quickly folded it and carefully placed it on the right side of Sam's head.

Her eyes were slightly open, her dark blue eyes being seen less and less by her closing eyelids. She looked as if breathing was talking every ounce of her strength. Her brown skin was deathly pale. She was practically fighting to keep her eyes open.

"Sam, keep going okay. Don't die, please. I need you." I was trying so hard not to cry in front of the growing crowd.

"Well?!" I shouted at no one in particular,  "Where's the fricking ambulance?!"

"They're nearly here. Just a couple of blocks." A man shouted in the crowd. A few seconds later I could faintly hear the ambulance siren.

"Come on Sam, they're nearly here.  Come on Sam, you can do it. Just a bit longer. Come on Sam, please!"

And then it happened. Her flickering eyes just snapped shut. All her beautiful colour had gone. The hands that had been half holding mine rested open and fell on the pavement.

"Sam? SAM?! No no NO! Sam, wake up please. SAM!" I was practically screaming at this point. A hand was placed on my shoulder.

"Sir, we're gonna help your friend, okay? But we need you to move first okay?

Friend? Huh, she meant so much more to me than that. I turned around to see a paramedic by my side. Just then four or five more paramedics came around.

I slowly got up to stand nearby to the ambulance. I looked at the scene im front of me. The crowd had gone; including Alyssa. And more importantly, my best friend, the one that's basically half of me, may or may not be dead.

Dead.

I never imagined such a painful scene in front of me. Blood was dripping from the pavement onto the road. I couldn't take it. I crouched down and cried. Yes I, a guy, cried. I don't know how long, but after a long time there I felt like I lost half of myself. And I could never get it back. Never get her back. She was gone. Dead. Lost...

"I HAVE A FAINT PULSE! PUT HER IN!"

I looked up.  My eyes and and head were sore and my clothes had blood on them but I didn't care. I felt so happy. Sam was alive. Of course, it could have been much better but as long as she's living and breathing that's all that matters.

I ran to the ambulance as it was going to close the door.

"I'm coming in and there's nothing you can do to get me out." I stated narrowly managing to get in.

"Fine," one of the paramedics sighed, "but you have to sit there." Pointing to the nearby seat I sat down while they quickly went to Sam. I moved around to try and see what was going on. Sam's face was just seen. Her eyes were open but it was more of a blank stare.

"You're gonna be okay." I mouthed. She looked like she acknowledge what I said by slightly nodding her head but every move she tried to make was stopped by the paramedics.

Our eyes were locked together almost the whole journey. Then she started shaking. Slowly at first; them quicker and much more violent. Her eyes also snapped shut a second time.

"She's gone into shock! Quick! Okay we're here. Get her in the ICU!"

She was still shaking when they got here out of the ambulance. I quickly ran after them into the hospital.

"Samantha Lence, 15, shot twice, hit head with fall. Gone into shock." One of the paramedics explained quickly to the receptionist as they took her away.

"Okay,  we'll take it from here. Thank you guys." A group of doctors came straight after to the bed into the operating room. I followed them but the doctors told me to wait outside.