The Road to Eliza

The Accident

Eliza's POV
I tried to stay calm as he wiped the blood from my shin. I thought I had only slightly cut it but when he lifted his hand, I could see I was wrong. As I looked down, I realized that it wasn't just some cut, but there was a mini hole in my leg, but from what? "Eliza, You were...." Before Nate could finish his sentence I heard a loud booming noise and he screamed, grabbing his knee. He shuffled us into a dark corner and tears dropped down his cheeks. I looked at his knee, it had a bullet hole in it. When my mind finally connected the dots, I realized that I, also, was shot. My mind began to race, who was shooting at us? Where are they now? Why are we being shot? Suddenly my breaths shortened and my heart got that feeling that it was literally growing into my throat and began to thump in my ears. The pit in my stomach became deeper and it beckoned my whole life to dive deep into its depths. I couldn't hold the tears back and I began to have a panic attack. Nate knew that I had anxiety but he had never seen me have one of these terrifying episodes. "Eliza, Eliza?" I was doing my best not to shake but my hands trembled and my chest heaved up and down as I cried silently. He pulled me close into him and I felt claustrophobic, making things worse. Then suddenly my shin began to sting like no other pain I had ever felt. "Oh my gosh, ow. Ow, what the heck!" "What? What's wrong?" "Well my leg, it really hurts." "Your leg? What about your back?" My head began to spin. "My back?" When I reached towards my spinal cord all I felt was wetness, more blood. That's when I really began to panic. I didn't know much about the body and stuff but I did know, from watching my favorite tv show, House, that your back is important, or something. The anxiety hit me and my whole body shook with fear, the sobs coming out less silently, the embarrassment only being worse because Nate was sitting there watching. He grabbed my hands and put them on his heart. "You feel that Eliza?" I shook my head, which was all I was really physically possible of at that point and time. "I want you to slow your own heart beat to mine. Try to think about it really hard, bring yours down. Breathe the same breaths as me." He looked straight into my eyes and made sure I was following each trill of his voice and that my focus was on his breathing. Slowly my breaths came back to a normal huff and my heartbeat became relatively at ease. "Now listen," his voice was the calmest I had ever heard it, "I called 9-11 when you got shot in the back and they should be here any second. I think we'll have to be in different vehicles because I'm pretty banged up myself, but I want you to keep this slow beat, okay?" I nodded my head again and allowed him to push my hair back. Nate grabbed his knee in pain and winced as more blood seeped through his jeans. "Nate, why were we shot? I can't remember." He looked at me, truly thinking about what he was going to say. This upset me because if he was actually going to tell me the truth he could have said it by then. "Can I tell you later, I feel like now is not a good time." I was upset but knew that he was probably right, for my sanity. He looked at me with a blank stare and his eyes seemed to be completely drained. "I... I have that feeling where I'm really weak.. And..." I looked at him distinctly and he seemed completely lifeless. He had lost so much blood from his knee and my back and leg were still bleeding out. Nate wasn't really the type of guy to do well around blood, I had almost forgot that he practically passed out when we gave to the blood drive for our school. "Nate, listen! Don't look at anything but my face. The ambulance is almost here and they're going to take such good care of us. You have got to stay with me. Don't think about anything that's going on around us. Just look into my eyes."

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