Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Gunshot

Trigger warning: mentions of eating disorders.

I was walking down the dark streets of Miami when I heard yelling.
I peaked my head out to see a woman being held at gunpoint by a man much larger than her.

"Stop, please!" She cried out and I gathered up all of my courage.

I pushed the woman behind me and hit the gun out of the man's hand.

I punched him in the face before kicking him in the shins.

He fell to the ground harshly and my breathing picked up.

"Go. Run." I pushed the girl to leave.

That was when I felt a sharp pain in my side and heard the loud gunshot.

He had shot me.

The guy ran away and the girl rushed to me.

"Oh my god!" Her shaking hands tried to stop the bleeding.

Her phone was on the ground, the screen completely shattered.

"S-Shit. Keep pressure on it while I try to find someone." She grabbed my hands, placing them over my wound.

She gave me one last look before running off. That's when I knew that I would die there, alone.

I did as she told me, but it felt like hours until she returned. But it was only minutes.

I was choking on my own blood, feeling her hands wipe away my tears.

"Y-You're going to be okay." She kept repeating.

My vision began to blur as sirens and flashing lights filled my senses.

My eyes shut just as strong arms lifted me.

I woke up to a consistent beeping sound, a numbness in my side and left leg.

There was a hand in mine as I opened my eyes, seeing the green eyed girl from before along with four strangers.

"Y-You're awake." She spoke, sitting up and rubbing her thumb over the back of my hand.

"What's your name, sweetie?" One of the unknown girls asked.

"Y-Y/N." I rasped out, noticing my parents weren't here. Of course they weren't.

I sat up, the green eyed girl immediately rushing to my side. "Hey, Hey, relax. Lay down, you aren't supposed to be moving around." Her hand was on my shoulder, helping me lay back down.

"I'll get the nurse." One of the girls spoke before leaving.

"How old are you, Y/N?" I groaned at the pain in my side.

"17." I responded with, feeling her hand once again fall into mine.

"Are you sure? You look a lot younger." I nodded at the brunette that spoke up.

Soon enough the doctor entered with the short Latina and I was told what happened and what condition I was in.

"The bullet hit your spine, luckily there isn't much damage, but just to make sure can you move your legs for me?" I nodded and furrowed my eyebrows when I couldn't feel my left leg.