I was behind the others when we left. I should have been with Leo, but I have never been one for supposed to be. Then the shooting started. People panicking, Secret Service grabbing the President and Zoey. Sam tackling CJ. One if the Secret Service agents grabbed Leo and pulled him to the ground. I tried to find cover but there were so many people. Pushing and shoving. I thought up the stairs might give me more cover, get out of the shooter's sight. I was wrong. I was very wrong. I felt a burning pain near my left lung. I looked down to see blood pouring out of my chest. I feel very light-headed all of a sudden and collapse behind a floral thing. I can hear the Secret Service return fire and the Paramedics shouting. Someone is calling my name but it's getting lost in all the noise. "Josh!?" There it is again. Toby is shouting my name. He must be trying to find me. I should have stayed with the group in the front. I try to yell back but I can't. It's hard to breathe, let alone make sound. He found me anyway. I was tired. I couldn't help it. I slipped. I couldn't hold myself up anymore. Toby caught me and told me to hold on. To what? I want to ask, to joke, but I couldn't. My hands slipped and were replaced by Toby's, trying to keep as much blood as possible in my body. It hurt and I see Sam and CJ run over but my vision was blurring. There was something I need to do. What was it? New Hampshire. I need to get to New Hampshire.
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