[13.] Hurt

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Aspyn felt her world stop, her vision got blurry from the tears while she rushed over to Timothy who had fallen to the ground. The bullets were still flying but suddenly stopped--Jack had begun talking again but she couldn't hear him. 

Her blood was rushing through her ears, she was nauseous and couldn't feel her body. She placed her hand on his abdomen, attempting to stop the flow of blood. 

"Tim-Timothy, please?" She breathed, "You're okay! Please be okay!" 

Next to her, Rhys kneeled down. He placed one hand on her back, trying to calm her down. She hadn't paid any attention that he was there, as of right now only Timothy mattered. 

"A-Asp-" He had a failed attempt at trying to speak--the bullethole was far worse than any she'd ever seen. 

"Don't try to talk--" She shushed him, "Save your energy. You're okay." 

More tears found their way out of her eyes, she looked up and noticed Megan had her hand along his wrist. She was feeling for his pulse, the look on her face made Aspyn's stomach do flips. 

"Is he-" She asked, "Okay?" 

Megan looked down and shook her head, "His pulse is slowing down. We need to get him a medic." 

Aspyn stood up and began screaming for a doctor or any kind of medical assistance at all. 

"Cupcake--Don't worry. I'll be back soon." 

She snapped her head around towards the screen. 

"No," She growled, "I'll kill you again, you bastard!" 

"Hey, there. Aspyn, this is for the best." 

"You killed the man who was more than a father to me than you ever were-" 

Rhys stepped forward, "Aspyn-Focus on Timothy." 

She turned around, seeing him still on the ground wincing in pain--trying to hold on.  

"Timothy--we're going to get you help." Right as she heard the medics coming, the doors auto-locked. 

Rhys was getting fed up with Jack's antics, "You're a shit father." 

"Excuse me?" 

"You heard me. Don't act like you didn't." 

"Rhys, that's no way to talk to you-"

"I-" Before he could finish, he'd lost control of his arm again. Jack was in control of him again, he could only assume it was to transfer him to Timothy.

"Aspyn-" Megan said, looking passed her. 

"Huh?" She followed her vision and seen Rhys coming towards them. She knew it wasn't Rhys, it was definitely Jack. When she'd turned around it was too late, he had already grabbed her out of the way. 

"No-" She cried, "No. No. No." She attempted to push him out of the way but he was too strong. Timothy was still barely holding on, trying his damndest to stay conscious. 

"Don't get in the way, cupcake." 

Aspyn looked around the floor for any type of weapon that wouldn't kill Rhys, but cause Jack to leave. She spotted a rifle on the ground if she used the butt of it--she could wack him with it. 

Grabbing it quickly, she lined it up with Rhys's head and swung. He ended up falling on the ground, so she grabbed the ID chip out of his temple. 

"I'm so sorry, Rhys." She rubbed his cheek, "Megan try to override the systems so we can open the doors and get them help." 

She listened and ran towards the panels of computers. Aspyn, on the other hand, pulled him over towards Timothy so she could watch over both. 

"Timothy, stay with me." She cooed, "You cannot leave me." She smiled weakly at him. 

He attempted to do the same. Thankfully right as he did, the doors opened. The medics ran in quickly lifting both men onto stretchers and taking them to the medical wing. 

Aspyn looked down in her hand, the ID chip was there. Something in her wanted to smash it, but another part wanted to keep it. 

Which is what she did. She shoved it into her pocket and ran toward the medical wing, hoping her men were going to be okay. 

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