“Drew.” His eyes widen as I continue to laugh.
Shaking my head. “I’m fine.”
“Come on.” He motions, reaching around me.
Shaking him off, I start. “I can walk.”
“Let me carry you. You’re losing too much blood.”
“No, shit. I’mshot.” I laugh louder now. Leaning against him, trying to keep myself calm, knowing the higher my heart rate goes, the more blood I’ll lose.
“Let me carry you; you’re not steady.”
He’s right.
“Okay,” I finally nod.
Pulling off his shirt, “Hold this, put as much pressure on it as you can.” He says as he lifts my hand up and pushes it against the wound.
I scream out, tears pricking my eyes.
“Hold it.” He demands.
It hurts like hell, but I know he’s right.
Scooping me up, I want to wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself close to him, but I don’t. I just smile as the pain slowly drifts from me, even with the pressure I have against the hole.
“Help!”he screams as we round the corner.
My body bounces against his.
“You’re pretty.” I whisper to him.
Glancing down, he gives me a smirk, but I can see the worry in his eyes.
“It’s fine.” I tell him as he looks back up.
“Help!”he shouts again before lowering his voice and looking at me again. “I know it will be.”
Closing my eyes, leaning my head against his chest as he runs with me, I feel a calm wash over me as his heartbeat lulls me.
“Help!”he screams again, his voice cracking with the volume as we round a corner.
“I love you.” My voice is so much lower than I intend for it to be as my eyes crack open, looking up at him.
Pressing his lips together, he looks down at me and sighs. “I love you, too.” He keeps moving. “I hear someone; keep talking.” He tells me.
“I hated being away from you.” The words start flowing out and I’m not even sure what I’m saying. “I hated being mad at you. When you got out and told me, I wanted to tell you to stay, but I was still pissed.”
“You had every right to be,” he tells me.
“Not doubting that.”
I feel his sad laugh vibrate my head.
“Help!”
“I don’t want to be mad at you anymore.”
