Forgotten. (A 1D/ Janoskians Story) *EDITING*

Chapter 27-Houston, We Have a Problem.

I heard a scream of anguish.

It was my own.

"You can let two people go. Who stays?"

"I'll stay, Jai and Josh go." I choked out.

"No." They both said.

"Guys, last time both of you wound up in the hospital because of me. GO."

"I'll be alright, babe. Call an ambulance for Beau. My phones on the table. Call Rivers. Tell him to send team one. " I whispered.

I gave him a last kiss, and lightly pushed him towards the exit.

"So, what do you have planned for today?" I said, weakly.

"The destruction of your career?"

"Ok, other than that."

"You're not walking out here alive. And neither is the boy at my feet who tried to stop me."

"Well, then neither are you." I growled.

"How can you be so sure? Take her."

Two huge guys grabbed my arms.

Perfect.

I pretended to look down at my shoes, giving them a chance to close the gap between their shoulders.

I let my head back up, my messy bun into their chests.

With my darts in it.

They fell to the ground, clutching at their chests.

"Don't do that. I had them be as close to porcupine quills as possible"

Then, I heard a bang, and instinctively stepped to the side.

I felt a burning in my arm.

Motherfudger just shot me.

I glanced at my left arm.

The bullet just skimmed it, but blood was starting to flow.

The crowd was in panic mode right now.

I hope Jai called Rivers.

Skrillex nudged Beau's body with his foot until it was next to me, and the went back to his original standing spot.

I knelt down and put my fingers to his neck. He still had a faint pulse.

"Beau, can you hear me?" I whispered.

He groaned in response.

"Just stay awake, that's all I want. Do NOT close your eyes."

"You can't save him. I'll let you try, though."

I ignored the comment, and went back to Beau.

"Where'd you get shot?

"Lower leg."

I took my pocket knife out of my jacket pocket, and cut the fabric of his skinny jeans up to his knee. Like skinny shorts.

The smell and smell of blood made me dizzy.

The glinting of the bullet lodged in his calf caught my eye.

"Beau, I wish I had some painkillers right now, but u have to do this."

He nodded.

I got a pair of tweezers from my pocket, and prepared to remove the bullet.

"Beau, this is honestly gunna hurt, bite down on your hoodie, ok?"

Once the tweezers touched his flesh, he twitched.

"Don't move, it'll make the tweezers rub aginst more of your flesh and you'll be in worse pain."

I finally got ahold of the bullet, and pulled it out.

I set it on the stage, grabbed one of the shredded pieces of skinny jean, and wrapped it around his leg.

"He will make it out of here,Skrillex."

"Whatever floats your boat. Too bad that you won't."