Where are you going?

Chapter 13

Julia's POV

It felt weird to come back at the hospital with Colby. It was about 6 pm but the heat was still prominent and making us sweaty. I had grabbed some water and snack for us, while Colby was carrying the gun. He could barely walk and I had to support him in that action until we finally were inside and could sit down. "I still don't understand why you're doing this, I literally just met you 12 hours ago.". "Just lay on the bed and tell me about yourself. I'm doing this, so that you can trust me, and safe me from horrible situations like the one that happened just an hour ago.". He seemed kinda hurt by the way I said it, but I seriously needed him to trust me and stop asking me questions when I was trying to save him. "So, Colby, do you have any idea where the friend of yours is?" I asked while setting up the tools and sterilizing. I was only an amateur but right now, we couldn't risk looking for a nurse in this rotten place, besides the creatures we saw earlier had smocks and coats on and the nurse outfit on. I had seen bullet wound once in New York, and not my favorite thing. "You know, I would like to believe I do, but to be real, I have no fucking clue.". "Then where do you know him from, tell me about him.". I was looking at him now and saw that his shirt was off. Concentrate Julia, Jesus Christ help the poor guy and get the fuck away from here. I noticed his tattoos now. He had a heart tattooed above his own and a crown on his left wrist. He was way more pale than before but that was because of the blood lose and normal. "I met him in Kansas actually, yeah, we met in band-camp. Damn haven't said that in a long time.". "Tell me more.". it kept on like that for about an hour and I had pulled out the bullet. It wasn't far in, and he was actually very lucky, it didn't hit any vital organs, but of course he needed blood, and there wouldn't just be psychical effect but also psychological effects. He told me about his friend Sam, and how they met in band-camp in Kansas where they also started their business together- a YouTube channel and a website helping kids with mental illnesses. It was all new to me, but I think my focus was also mostly on the wound after that conversation. He got something for the pain, but I felt bad for giving him more since I wasn't a professional at all. I just knew what to do here and there and had an look into how hospitals were working. When I was done the bullet was in the bowl and his wound was stitched up. "Here, I got you something to eat and drink.". "Thanks. Is it bad?" He looked hungry before he took a bite of the sandwich and drank from the water bottle. "No, you were lucky you know. The bullet almost just scratched you and ended up not being deep in at all.". "Yeah I noticed when I first looked at it, it looks better now as well.". "How did it happen? If you don't mind telling me of course.". I sat beside the bed and looked down at him. "Just a long story, ya know.". I understood, too close, gotcha. "I understand. We should probably go back to the car, so you can lay there. We're not safe out here.". "Right, can you grab my shirt?". I put it in his hands and helped him with taking it on. I then helped him stand up and walk over to the car. "Colby, I'm sorry I asked about it, it's not in my pla...". "It's fine, I'm thankful for your help, seriously.". I nodded before helping him lay in the seat, that was pulled the furthest back so he could relax or perhaps even get some sleep. I drove off with him and pulled over in an alley close to the hospital where no one was going to notice. He was already asleep and it was only 9 pm, but he also needed it more than me. It was interesting to hear about his life with this Sam. Him and Sam was like brothers but also business partners but was now away from each other. Colby seemed nice and like he was gonna be fine, but I still didn't trust him enough to say anything about myself. I only chose to safe him, so that he could trust me and be there for me when I needed, he knew the city and I didn't plus he could shoot with a gun and I couldn't. I turned my head and looked at him, peacefully sleeping with his arms wrapped around himself and around where the wound was located. His hair was turning into some dark curls with the blue strikes and his skin seemed more toned after i helped with his wound. His lips even looked more colorful like his undereye also seemed lighter.