𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

𝟎𝟒.

{ SEPTEMBER 9 }

I got up as quickly as I could, opening the Gucci handbag christian gave me to reveal a red Nike hoodie and lots of handkerchiefs.

He was losing consciousness fast so I decided to apply pressure to the wound first, then Id take the shirt off.

The shirt was black and with the dark area the club was in it would be hard to notice something the bullet wound on his shoulder.

I used a handful of handkerchiefs and applied them to where the bullet hit him. I heard him groan. He lifted his hand to remove mine but I swatted it away.

I used his hand to press onto his shoulder. I put his hand around me, and helped him get up and walk.

He was able to carry himself well and we left the room, going down multiple turns to the back exit, where all the security and workers were absent.

I led us to the parked Urus, and helped him into the passenger seat. I strapped him in, making sure he still had his own hand on his shoulder.

His groaning was getting louder. His grip went slack for a while, making me have to steer with one hand with the other on his shoulder

I put a GPS in because I honestly could not tell how to get around in this area. I drove recklessly, passing the speed limit and swerving through lanes. I refused to let him die on me.

Not only would it put me in the worst situation possible, I knew survivors guilt would hit hard. He risked his life for mine, I couldn't forget or disregard that.

I decided going to a hospital would be the best thing for him, though it would go against what he told me. But honestly, I couldn't do what he wanted me to. I wasn't a good enough person to handle it. I couldn't even get through nursing school.

I made a hard left, causing his whole body to fall on me. I attempted to shrug him off, but he wouldn't budge.

I looked at him and saw his breathing become shallow and the blood soaking through the handkerchiefs completely. His face was covered in sweat and paling fast, while his hands were covered in his blood.

I found a hospital, just a few minutes from my apartment complex and drove to the er section. I put on his red hoodie and black leggings I know I had put leggings in the bag with a pair of black crocs.

I unstrapped him, pulling on his arm to get him out. Without him carrying himself, he was really heavy. He groaned loudly and I realized it was the shoulder he got shot in that I was pulling.

I decided to carry him under his armpits to try and get him out the car, and it worked too good. He was now relying on me to stand and I was holding both of our body weights and neither of us were in any way light.

I grabbed his phone and keys and put the into my hoodie pocket. I kept the gun inside and hid under the seat. It wasn't really hidden but away from plain sight is what he needed, even if he was an officer.