Runaway Rosie.

Thirteen.

I know this chapter is really, really short and awful, but I've had massive writer's block and nothing was going together, I couldn't word what I wanted to say, also I jumped POV's a few times. It's so frustrating when you have a great idea but you're just stuck and it turns out terrible. I'm sorry, I'm posting it anyways because I don't want you guys to think I'm slacking or anything, I honestly was trying. :(

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*Harry's POV*

Breathe Harry, breathe. I was panicking. I couldn't breathe, I was drenched in sticky sweat, I was on the verge of a melt down. I was frustrated and devastated. The others were trying to calm me down, murmuring soothing words, but I couldn't hear them. I was focused on getting there as quickly as I could. I weaved in and out of traffic, earning honks and disrespectful words in return, but I didn't care. I was a whirlwind of emotions, a massive roller coaster of feelings, unable to think clearly. Every horrifying scenario possible was racing through my mind. Was somebody shot? Was Rose hurt? Did anybody die?

-x-

Under any circumstance most people jump to the worst possible conclusion, which is exactly what Harry did, and usually under those circumstances, someone is overreacting Is this situation, nobody was being over dramatic. The worst case scenario actually did happen.

-x-

*Rose's POV*

I have to get out of here, the brawl behind me was escalating at a rapid pace, and I wasn't going to be there to find out what was going to happen. Jason was both livid and extremely dangerous bare-handed, and all I knew about the other was that he had a deadly weapon. I ran as fast as my already worn out and pulverized legs, due to the wooded brush, could manage, praying I would be fast enough to disappear into the thick forest before - Rose's thoughts were cut short when a second gunshot was fired, followed by a loud thud as a single body fell to the ground.

-x-

Everything seemed to almost freeze in time at that very moment. It was as if the world was going in slow motion. Minutes dragged on like hours, slowly and agonizingly. The pain was unbearable. Sirens sounded in the distance, but they wouldn't make it in time. My vision was blurring, fading in and out, until nothing...

-x-

"We've got 1 wounded severely, 1 brutally beaten, 5 witnesses. All headed to hospital. The attacker is nowhere to be found. I repeat, the attacker is nowhere to be found. Backup requested for a thorough search. Over."

"Roger that. Dispatch 409, Over."

"WHERE IS SHE? ROSE?! SOMEONE, WHERE IS SHE?!" A young man bolted towards me, gripping where shoulders hard, tears pouring out of his eyes.

"Sir, calm down, please or I can't help you." He nodded his head and furiously wiped at his eyes. "All I know is there were 3 women, and 3 men. 2 were in critical condition, shipped to the hospital immediately. Get in, I can get you there faster." The young man nodded again before getting into the front car.

"You guys can follow, correct?" Another guy with quiffed brown hair and a striped shirt nodded, gesturing for the others to go with him. I hopped into the front seat of my police car, flipped on the sirens and sped to the nearest hospital.