UNITY

Chapter 11

"She's probably cursing at me right now." He sighed, "Right, okay!" I heard him clap his hands as if preparing to carry me and I glared at him, thinking that he did that because I'm fat as fuck.

"Uh... She's glaring at you." Someone said.

At first, it didn't dawn on me that we had someone we don't know with us. But then I heard him. His voice was like he was transitioning from a boy into a teenager, a mixture of squeaks and voice cracks can be heard as he conversed with Onyx.

"Yeah, no shit. Carrying you in three... Three!"

A whoosh of air was felt when I got princess carried by him. If it were other girls, they'd be fawning over him right now. Not me though.

As much as I hate those 'pick me' girls that say, I'm not like other girls. When they're really trying to be different, all I felt was how he puffed his breath as he walked towards our house, signifying how heavy I was.

"Let me down," I murmured. "You're injured, I can carry myself."

He chuckled, "Bitch, it's just a fucking graze, you can't even stand properly. Shut the fuck up."

The word "bitch" and "shut the fuck up" was all I heard and replied.

"Yes daddy."

If I weren't in Onyx's arms right now, he'd probably strangle me to death.

The child or, tween(?), towing behind us, came up beside us and said, "I don't think I should be listening to this conversation."

"Nah, don't worry about it. It's the blood loss talking. Say..."

I had my eyes closed the whole time, but I felt Onyx's head turn to the unfamiliar boy to inquire a question.

"What's your blood type?"

"Oh," I felt the boy cringe at what he was asked. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was afraid of blood.

"I actually don't know."

I feel my consciousness slipping away from me as well as the familiar turn of us to our street, sensing our house to the left.

"Brother? What happened?!" I can hear Quartz's panic in his voice as he saw me in his brother's hold, trying to snatch me from him, but Onyx prevented him from doing so.

"Prepare her bed and your medical tools. You've got some stitching to do."

Quartz cursed under his breath.

"Shit, and who's he?" He inquired.

Onyx simply said, "He's an ally."

Quartz didn't say anything anymore. He trusted his brother fully without second-guessing him. Onyx told the boy to stop and sit on the sofa with my dog while he brought me inside the house and into my room, where Quartz was already sanitizing his tools to patch me up.

Onyx brought me down and sat me up as he hastily took off my jacket, the fabric was already stuck on my wound since my blood was sticky enough and dries fast, which caused me to wince. Onyx was careful from then on and slowly took it off, trying not to move my wounded shoulder.

Once it came off, Quartz immediately went on to examine my wound, his face donning an incredibly rare expression of concentration as he assessed the damage made by the bullet.

"It would help me assess the damage if the bullet stuck inside you, maybe then you'd not have bled out."

I sighed, "You mean this bullet?"

I may or may not have snatched the blood-coated bullet that pierced me as some sort of... token or souvenir for getting shot.

Hehe.

"Was that why you were so adamant about closing your palm back there? I thought you were just in pain!"

"Yeah... sorry Onyx." I tried to give him a grin, but the pain in my shoulder was increasing by the second. Coupled with the light-headedness due to blood loss, I can only manage to give him a grimace as I held my palm out where the bullet rested for Quartz to look at.

He held the bullet with a pair of stainless-steel tweezers and used a magnifying glass to examine it closely, his face taking in a white pale shade as he finished doing so.

He was horrified as he looked at me, his breathing labored as if he was the one who got shot and not me. Not only that, but he paced around my room, looking for something.

"Brother?" Onyx's voice was laced with worry as he tried to calm his brother down, the latter eyeing his brother's machete and finally unsheathing it, his panicked gaze already locked on my shoulder as he swung.

"Quartz no!" Onyx tackled him to the ground only to be elbowed on the stomach by him, causing him to groan out in pain.

"Quartz wait, calm down, tell me what happened." He already let go of the machete and was on the ground beside his brother when I got up, against my body's protests, to join him as he sat there, looking up at me as I tried to soothe him.

"The bullet has traces of black blood..." Quartz finally broke down, his sobs the only thing we hear as his brother sat up and leaned against the wall, a look of hopelessness etched on his face as he looked at me pitifully.

"Why, why? What happened if it has black blood?"

I still don't understand where they're coming from, and why they're acting like this. As if I'm going to die.

"Our parents..." Quartz was quivering as he tried to tell me something, but before he could, a series of whimpers intercepted him.

"They died because they got shot." Onyx continued, "Quartz was a nurse, you see? He would've been able to save them," he looked at his younger brother, with whom he shared a face with, and sighed.

"If it weren't for the bullets being coated with black blood, the blood taken from zombies."

It dawned on me then.

"So... in other words, I'll die." It wasn't even a question; it was a statement.

Quartz was still sobbing when I let go of him, but he pulled me to him as if he didn't want to let me go. The gunshot wound I obtained wasn't throbbing anymore, as I felt that what they revealed to me was more hurtful than this measly wound.

Is it possible to go into shock this late?

I couldn't react, the twins engulfed me in their arms, their bodies suffocating yet welcoming and warm, and all I could think about was the fucking twin sandwich I certainly would not get.

Quartz let out a laugh, "You're not worried about dying, but you're worried you're not going to get that twin sandwich? Holy fuck Unity."

I didn't notice that I spoke my thoughts out loud as his brother also chuckled along with him, but their forced laughter couldn't mask the gloomy atmosphere in my room.

An ordinary person wouldn't survive a normal gunshot wound that guaranteed blood loss, much less a bullet coated with an infected's blood.

But I'm not an ordinary person now, am I?