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— MY EYES INSTANTLY WELLED UP WITH TEARS
I began to feel myself hyperventilate. My breathing wouldn't slow down, even though everybody kept telling me to calm myself. Calm myself? I thought, I've just been shot, and they want me to calm myself?
I quickly went to place my hand on top of my bullet wound when I felt multiple pairs of hands already applying pressure. I looked down to see Dally's hands, his fingers and silver ring now covered in blood— Soda's hands on top, applying even more pressure. Suddenly, the burning sensation began to grow hotter and hotter. I realised that the adrenaline that had been acting like a pain killer was now wearing off, causing the pain to come into full throttle.
"Fuck!" I screamed in pain, throwing my head back and shutting my eyes tightly— the gang reassuring me that it would be okay.
I looked around at all of their faces, full of worry and fear as they looked down at my bloody body and pain covered expression. They were just as scared as I was, if not more, which is what made the situation a lot more difficult to endure.
The world kept spinning and wouldn't stop. My whole body was on fire from either stress or the actual bullet wound itself, I wasn't sure. Either way, it was an awful feeling. I suddenly felt a pair of hands slide underneath my body, picking me up and lifting me off the ground. The sky that was blurry was filled with flashing color's of red and blue, people standing around that I didn't recognise and that also didn't look like greasers.
