But I'm Barely Breathing (A The Script FanFic) (Sequel to Millionaires)

Chapter 19-Free

"Okay, come on then we need to get her warm as quick as possible." The man says, lifting Gale into his arms. "Follow me." He says, and I do. It feels right to be following someone again, I like this man; I mean he has a ginger beard! Suddenly everything feels a little bit better, even if I still can't afford enough fish and chips.

*Louise's POV*

I stare at the blank page, hoping for just a bit of divine intervention. I hate essays; I hate them almost as much as I hate working in this crummy little shop. Just selling a paper and a bag of sweets to someone every half hour or so while Davy's stupid playlist plays on and on. I have begged to change it up a bit so many times but he always replies the same "Who owns the shop? Oh, me. My shop my decision." The bastard. I stopped actually trying to think of words a long time ago, I'm now just staring and willing them to write themselves.

Suddenly the bell rings loudly and I look up to see three young boys burst in, fake guns in hand. One darts behind the sweet shelf, taking cover as the other aims.

"Hey! You! Out!" I bark at them but they take no notice. I sigh, getting up from the till. Seeing me coming one sneaks back towards the door but the other two continue their game. I smile slyly as I recognise one of them "Aaron Edwards don't make me call your mother!" I yell and Aaron looks startled for a moment at the use of his name.

"Go on, out!" I say, slowly herding them out of the door. I watch as they run off down the street, shaking my head in exasperation. Then I catch sight of him heading towards me, headphones on, jogging with the wind in his hair. It's weird seeing him around again, yet it is almost like he was never gone.

I am about to head back inside when he stops, suddenly clutching at his side. I hover, unsure of whether I should go to him, and that's when he falls.

I am by him in moments; I didn't even know I could run that fast. He is curled in on himself on the ground, his breathing choked, his face a picture of terror.

"Luke? Luke talk to me! What's wrong?" I ask, my arms on his shoulder. A couple of other people have stopped in their tracks to gather and stare. Suddenly I feel him going limp as he starts to slip out of consciousness and desperately try and keep him awake. I notice one pulling out a mobile but I stop him quickly. "It's okay, I'm a nurse." I find myself saying even I'm still a good two years off being able to call myself that. "I know him; please just help me get him inside." I say, the man looks unsure for a moment, glancing around at the small group of people who have all turned their attention towards him. Eventually he puts away his phone and bends down with me. Luke seems to have lost consciousness completely by now and we each take an arm and lift him- which is a lot easier said than done. Grunting under the strain we slowly carry him into the small corner shop.

"Take him into the back, I work here." I say. 

"I thought you said you were a nurse?" The man says and I sigh,

"Can I girl not have a Saturday job now?" I snap and he falls quiet, doing as I say. We lay him down on the small sofa Davy has in the back.

"Sorry, thank you." I say with a sigh of relief. The man smiles and waves his hand.

"Don't mention it; I just hope the poor guy is okay." He says and I smile,

"Here-" I say, reaching into my pocket.

"Oh, no please, there is no need." He tells me and I smile, picking up a Twix from a box instead and tossing it to him.

"I insist." I say as he catches it.

"Thank you, very kind. I had better get going, I hope he is alright." The man says and I smile, waving and calling a final thanks as he leaves. As soon as he is gone I turn to Luke who is splayed out on the sofa.