Perfection» h.s

sixty nine.

Pandora Gray

My feet feel like lead, but that doesn't stop me from throwing on whatever shoes I have,grabbing Tue car keys and phone at lighting speed.

You're dreaming.

No you're not.

I don't know to dial, the cops or the rest, and I figure that if he's at the hospital already, then the cops must've I been called. "He-he-hello!" I hiccup, "Harry has been shot go to the hospital." I'm screaming now, and Jenna (who I was calling) still hasn't picked up. "Fuck it!"

"Woah, calm the fu—" She picks up, and starts but I cut her off.

"Get to the fucking hospital, Harry has been shot." I drop the phone, and then start to run out of the house, and into the car, and praying that Harry doesn't die.

That's all that's running through my mind as I drive, don't let Harry die, don't let Harry die,don't let Harry die.

At this speed, I could get pulled over and with my phone now blowing up with calls,and me wanting to answer them, I could get into a car crash myself.

When I finally get to a stoplight, I finally pick up the phone, and it's Luke "Pandy—"

"Luke, Harry's in the hospital, he's been shot. Tell the others if they don't already know."

I do this to Gemma and Ashton, who said they'd be at the hospital in a jiffy.

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When I finally get to the hospital, I run inside, almost smashing the glass doors, and I see the rest there. Most of us crying, Gemma sobbing, and some of the others in wide eyed shock. I run up to the receptionist. "I'd like to see Harry Styles please," it doesn't even come out as a question, more like a command. "I'm his girlfriend."

"Room 765."

"That was the room I had my kids in." Gemma chocks out, and I feel like screaming as I calmy walk towards the room. I open the door and gasp.

There's Harry lying on the bed, pale, lifeless and color drained. He's hooked up to a bunch of beeping machines, and suddenly Gemma comes in, and stands next to me. We both turn to the doctor in the room. "What happened?" I whisper.

"He was shot in the right arm, and it hit a preliminary vein in said arm. He's lost quite a bit of blood. The good thing is, no amputation is needed." He taps his clipboard with his pen.

Gemma and I speak at the same time, "Who shot him?"

"A woman, named Victoria " Tori" Evans, but she attempted suicide right after. She's in this hospital, but there is a low survival chance since the bullet nicked her cerebrum badly. " My legs start to shake as I look over to Gemma, who has covered her mouth.

"Fuck."

"Will he be needing a blood transfusion? So in turn, a dotation?" He checks his clipboard, and nods. "He's an A negative , I know that." I'm not surprised Gemma knows about her brothers blood type. "I can't donate, I'm a B positive."

"What's the universal donor?" I ask.

"O blood, positive or negative, why?" I pull up my sleeve, "I'd like to donate, please. I'm an O negative."

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   A few hours after I explained to the others, about everything, we all sit in the waiting room, frazzled and confused.