As she watched the paramedics load Caleb into the ambulance vehicle, one thought was haunting Hanna's brain. What if Caleb wasn't there? He would be safe, and in her arms. Just as she wanted him to be. He didn't deserve this. Hell, she didn't deserve to see the love of her life being whisked away like that. She stood sobbing, Aria and Spencer holding onto her for dear life, as if she was going to escape and attempt to get in the ambulance with him. All she remembered was seeing him, the mental image of that bloody gauze flashing in her head, and then her mind went blank. She heard a scream, and realized it was her own. Her heart had stopped beating. Why? Because it was Caleb who could actually keep her alive.

Her eyes followed as the truck he was in sped through the dirt and gravel. Her tears hadn't stopped or even lightened. If anything, they had gotten worse, just because Caleb was now out of her presence. Aria stroked her hair as Hanna practically screamed into Spencer's chest. Spencer had her arms wrapped tightly around Hanna, with her chin resting atop the blondes head. As she cried, the two made soothing noises in order to help Hanna calm down. They told her it was all going to be fine, that everything was going to be okay. Yet, they never once said that Caleb was going to make it. And that was all Hanna wanted to hear.

She pulled herself away from Spencer to catch her breath. She felt like she was going to be sick. All she could imagine was Caleb, bleeding in the ambulance until there wasn't a drop left in him. She thought of him flat-lining on the operation table as the doctors attempted to retrieve the bullet from his stomach. She wondered how badly he was damaged. She wondered if he would ever live the same way. But most of all, she wondered if he would treat her the same way.

She was pulled out of her thought when she saw none other them Emily Fields running towards the three, obviously looking distressed. Emily reached out for Hanna, and she immediately accepted her hug, knowing that she had witnessed what had happened to Caleb. Emily hugged her tighter then Aria or Spencer did, and Hanna really loved the sympathy, but she needed to know something. She pulled away from Emily, her hands going to her cheeks to examine her face.

"Are you okay, Em?" she asked, her voice cracking. Emily's eye's furrowed into their normal saddened expression. Her eye brows scrunched together and her lips cracked. She took hold of Hanna's hands and held on to keep her from letting go.

"I'm fine." She admitted. Hanna sighed and her hands dropped. Aria and Spencer each took their turn giving Emily a hug, thrilled that she was safe. Emily sighed and gave Hanna a sympathetic look. Hanna didn't see it, but it didn't go unnoticed by Spencer and Aria.

"Emily," Hanna started. "I'm so sorry. You must have been terrified. I mean, not even knowing that Nate had a gun and all." She said, her voice breaking when she said the word 'gun'.

The other girl's eyes went wide. She didn't even know. And Caleb never told her.

It wasn't Nate's gun. It was Caleb's.

Caleb had made Spencer, Aria, and Emily promise not to tell Hanna that he had brought the gun with him. He wanted the girls to know that they were safe when he was around, but he sure as hell wasn't going to tell Hanna that he disobeyed her wishes. She had wanted him to get rid of the gun the second she found that he had it. Seeing him holding it in his hands, just like a real killer would, it scared her to death.

And now, she was even more clueless then before. She truly thought that he disposed of the weapon. Little did she know that he had it in his pocket the whole time. He had it at the graveyard, the cabin, the lighthouse. He had it all the time. He had it so he knew that if he needed to protect Hanna, he could. He would destroy anybody who got in his way of her.

Emily looked up and down in guilt. She had to tell Hanna, but she didn't know how to tell her in the gentlest way possible. So, just get it out of the way.

"The gun wasn't Nate's, Hanna." She blurted out.

Hanna's eyes widened. "You mean, somebody other then Nate shot Caleb?" she asked, about to start breaking down in tears.

Emily sighed. "No, Nate did shoot him, before he was gone," Hanna sucked in a breath.

"But, it wasn't Nate's gun." Emily finished. Aria and Spencer knew what was about to happen. Hanna was going to have a mental breakdown in front of the police, her friends, strangers, everybody. And they were prepared for the worst. They each took one of Hanna's hands.

Hanna sharply let go of her breath. She gulped down yet another, trying to stay conscious. "Are you telling me that the gun was," she stopped short.

Emily had now begun to tear up along with Hanna, Spencer, and Aria.

"Caleb didn't want you to know." Spencer finished for Emily. Hanna turned her head to look at the tall brunette, her fears coming true.

"He wanted to make sure that you were safe, Han." Aria continued, she as well continuing to sob. Hanna looked down at the ground; apparently her shoes had become very interesting.

"It was Caleb's gun." Emily cried out.

Hanna wanted to scream, she wanted to die, and she wanted to kill Caleb all at the same time.

(A/N: This was my first story for Pretty Little Liars. I did try my best, so please be respectful. The next chapter is going to be the girls at the hospital while Caleb is in surgery, but I'm not sure if I will add in about Garret and Spencer's mom being there. I understand that the whole thing about Hanna thinking about Caleb dying was a bit dramatic, but let's face it. Her boyfriend did just get shot, you guys. Imagine being in her position. So yeah. I don't own Pretty Little Liars, the characters, yada yada yada, and all that jazz. I'll be here all week, thank you, thank you very much.)

~Marnie