Chosen Generation

Chapter 8: U.S.M.C.

Chapter 8: U.S.M.C.

(Picture of Sara's tattoo above. Please let me know if the pic isn't visible.)

Sara's POV:

I frantically scan the room: in the recliner is Drew, beside me is Dean, but no Jaydenn. The second scream echo's causing the guys to jerk awake. I jump up and run towards the sports section. When I get there I see two men dragging Jaydenn by her arms.

I have no gun, so I have to fight. "Hey! Drop her!" I yell.

I hear yelling down the hall, sounds like someone is fighting the guys as well. Blondie points a gun. It's not the first time I've stared one down. I remember a man escaping the jail and pulling one on me.

"Sara Marshal, which one, you or her?" He asks.

"Me." I reply.

"No! No! It's me! I'm Sara!" Jaydenn yells in a ridiculous attempt to protect me.

"Jaydenn! Shut up!" I yell. I get that she's trying to protect me, but she's putting herself in danger. God only knows what they would do to her..

The man looks at me, then to her. He mutters something to they guy that is in audible, then the guy shrugs his shoulders. I then notice that these are the same guys that were here looking for guns not long ago. Well, looks like they found one. They didn't act like this last time, though.

Jaydenn yells something but I don't hear it. All I hear and see is the brunette telling her to shut up and twisting her arm in a way that it shouldn't bend. Now I'm pissed.

I look the man in the eyes and his ego is now gone and panic takes over his eyes. As soon as it's there, it's gone. I lunge for him, all I hear is a gunshot. I jump on him and connect my fist with his face. Fortunately when I tackled him the gun flew out of his hand. From the corner of my eye, I see Jaydenn run.

"Don't. Ever. Touch. Her. Again!" I yell between hits. By now his face is leaking blood.

I feel arms wrap around my waist and pull me away. "Your gonna kill him." Drew say's. I stop fighting his grip, he's right. I yank away from him and look for Jaydenn.

Jaydenn comes around the corner with tears in her eyes. She runs and hugs me crying into my shirt. I look up and see Dean running towards me with blood all over him. He looks at me and freezes as if he's surprised by what he see's.

I walk Jaydenn away from everything.

"Are you okay?" I ask sitting on the ground with her.

She just nods and try's to calm down. She lays her head on my shoulder and I wrap my arm around her.

After a few minutes I ask her, "Jaydenn?"

"Yeah?" She responds.

"I'm grateful for what you tried to do. But don't you ever do that again, okay?" I ask. I don't want her to think I'm mad at her for taking up for me, but I don't want her putting herself on the line because of me.

She silently nods her head. A few minutes later Dean comes around the corner with Drew, but this time they have no blood on them. They slowly make their way, arguing about something. Dean pushes Drew forward and he stumbles.

Drew regains his balance and sits beside Jay. He pokes her in the side and she squirms, hiding a smile. That's where she's most ticklish. Drew looks at me as if asking for permission. I just smile and nod.

He start attacking her sides. She dies laughing and tries to fight him off. I try to stand up, but groan and fall back against the shelf. Pain is rippling through my side where I guess I got shot. I look down and pull up my shirt, sure enough there's a hole in the right side of my abdomen, close to my right lung. The bullet had gone all of the way through. I can now feel the pain because the adrenaline rush is gone.

Dean takes notice and leans down to my level. He picks me up bridal style and say's, "Drew, enough." I would have called him a buzz kill if I felt like it.

"Why are you carrying her?" Jay asks still trying to recover from laughter.

"She got hit," Dean responds, "Drew I need you to do something, I never trained medical."

Drew quickly follows behind. Dean sits me on the couch in the living room and I groan a little in pain. He sits beside me so I lean my back on his side. Drew wrestles with holding my shirt up and examining it as well. The wound is obviously too high. I give up and start to pull my shirt over my head.

Dean growls from behind me, "Shut up, Dean." I grumble. Why does he care anyway? I have a sports bra on so I don't think anything of it. I throw my shirt on the floor and close my eyes. I groan when Drew puts too much pressure. After a quick 'sorry' he sends Jaydenn to get some stuff, Drew goes to help her because the list is long.

"Do you need anything?" Dean asks. I shake my head no.

"It doesn't hurt to bad does it?" He asks. I once again shake my head no.

"What about-"

"Dean, shut up," I interrupt, "I've been shot before."

"You have?" He growls.

"I'm a cop, Dean. I remember a man escaped his holding cell and got his hold on an officers gun. Killed my partner and put a bullet in my shoulder." I say, pointing to the scar on my left shoulder.

He runs his hand over it and sighs. Yep, it's official. He's bipolar.

"I didn't know you had so many tattoo's." He chuckles.

I have a wolf howling at the moon on my ankle, song lyrics on my back, Faith written across the back of  my neck, and U.S.M.C. printed on my shoulder from when I was in the Marines before I had Jay to take care of.

"United States Marine Corps, huh?" He say's.

"Yeah. Before I had Jay to take care of." I reply. Dean was about to respond until Drew and Jay came back.

Drew crouches at my side. He pulls out a liquid of some sort and a piece of gauze to apply it with. After preparing the bandages, he gets a needle and thread ready to sew it up. Just as he's about to get started, he stops and stares at the wound.

"What are you waiting for?" I ask.

"It doesn't need to be treated, it's almost healed." He say's in amazement. I look down and sure enough, it's almost closed up.

I take it Drew's a hell of a doctor.