Based off of Wynonna Earp 1x11. Instead of a graze, Waverly's injury in much worse.
An object crashed through the window, shattering the glass.
"Smoke bomb! Clear! Clear!" Dolls screamed, his voice high-pitched at the sudden attack. He grabbed the table cloth, ripping it off the table and wrapping the smoke bomb in it. Gun shots echoed outside, the bullets piercing the walls of the house. Dolls flipped the round table to use it as protection and yelled: "Go, Waverly! Get down!"
They both crouched behind the wooden table as machine guns fired through. Bullets shattered the front of the table, so Dolls and Waverly wouldn't be able to stay there long before they were hit.
"I thought you said they couldn't come onto our land!" Willa said as she peeked through the grimy barn window.
Wynonna ran next to her sister, spotting the people dotted around their property. "Revenants can't. Human assholes can!" she huffed.
"Go find the basement now!" Dolls yelled as he fired back with his own gun. "Anything without windows! Go, go, go!"
Waverly crawled on her hands and knees away from Dolls. "Ah!" she screamed as the doorframe next to her head splintered, and the remaining glass from the front windows exploded. "Oh my God!"
The stream of fire continued and Wynonna and Willa were still across from the house in the barn. "Lucky for us they don't know we're in here," she said.
"Take 'em by surprise?" Willa asked, turning to Wynonna.
Wynonna glanced at her sister, her brow crinkled, before she waved her off. "Get out of my head!"
Dolls fired back, but he didn't have a clear view of any of the people outside. He could only hear their shots and feel the pieces that ricocheted off onto him. A bigger crash came through the window, catching Dolls' attention. "Grenade!" he yelled, rolling sideways, grabbing the grenade and throwing it back outside. He heard it explode and watched a blurry figure fly backwards.
Waverly scrambled for the kitchen table, covering her head in the process.
"Waverly, hide!" Dolls yelled.
Waverly clutched the shotgun to her chest, her eyes wide. "God, I wish people would stop staying that to me!" The window above her head shattered inward with a rain of bullets, and Waverly covered her head as it tore apart the wood, pulverized the fruit on the table, and destroyed the hanging wind chime.
"Come on!" Wynonna grabbed Willa's sleeve and ran to the other side of the barn.
Dolls grabbed a shotgun and brought it up against his shoulder. "Let's go bitches!" he said, cocking the weapon and firing. "Come on!"
"Dolls gave us these for protection," Wynonna opened a wooden crate and pulled out semi-automatics. "They're a bit tricky, but do you think you can do this?" Wynonna slapped the safety off and cocked it, handing one to Willa. She mimicked Wynonna's motion exactly and Wynonna sighed. "Why do I even ask?"
"Ah, you wanna get all up in my kitchen?" Waverly, said to herself, her hands squeezing the gun. She grunted, spinning around and aiming the gun through the broken window. "Eat shit, shit-eaters!" she shouted, firing two shots at a man by the shed. She hit the edge of the shed but missed the man. He fired back, and Waverly cried out, feeling the bullet burn into her. She twisted and slammed against the cabinet doors, still clutching her shotgun.
Willa kicked open the barn door, her and Wynonna bringing their guns up and firing at the camouflaged men. Man after man went down, their rain of bullets killing several, but one ran. Wynonna looked at Willa before she lowered her gun and started running through the snow towards the house. She burst through the door, out of breath and panicking. "Waverly? Dolls?"
Dolls was right inside the door, and he turned towards the two women. "We're okay. We're okay," he said as Wynonna put a hand on his shoulder.
"Good to go?" Willa asked, already opening the door without waiting for a reply.
"Wait," Wynonna said as she ran to the kitchen.
"For what" Willa huffed. "They just tried to kill us in our own home again!"
As Willa yelled, Waverly came stumbling out of the kitchen, hanging onto the doorframe. "Uh, guys," Waverly mumbled, a hand on her side, "I think I got a little bit shot," she barely got the words out before she collapsed to the floor.
"Waverly!" Wynonna yelled, already at her side.
"They're getting away!" Willa yelled.
"It's okay. You're okay," Wynonna said to her little sister, but Waverly was moaning in pain.
"Wynonna!" Willa screamed.
"Just a second!" Wynonna yelled back.
"It's okay," Dolls tried to reassure her, but Waverly had her eyes clenched shut. He moved her hand and blood poured out faster, soaking her white lace top.
"Oh, God," Wynonna gasped.
"How-how bad is it?" Waverly hissed.
Dolls eyed Wynonna warily, shaking his head slowly.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Wynonna shouted. "She's gonna be okay, right?"
"She needs a hospital. Now," Dolls said, grabbing a torn piece of cloth and pressing it against Waverly's side, causing her to cry out. After she cried out, Waverly began coughing up blood, the warm liquid spewing onto her chin.
"I think the bullet pierced her lung," Dolls said. "I'll drive," Dolls said as he picked Waverly up, holding her small body to his chest. "You keep her awake."
Wynonna looked around and cursed when she saw that Willa wasn't there. She thought about chasing after her, but Waverly was in danger, and her little sister came first. "Let's go," she yelled, flinging open the door.
Dolls sped down the road, frequently looking back at Wynonna who held Waverly's head on her lap, and her hands against the wound.
"Wynonna…" Waverly's quiet voice was gravel.
"Shhh, shhh," Wynonna lifted a hand from her side and caressed Waverly's sweaty forehead. "We're gonna get you to the hospital. You're gonna be alright."
Waverly's eyes fluttered shut, her face pale, and her breathing shallow. Waverly's phone buzzed and Wynonna fought to get it free from Waverly's back pocket. She answered it.
"Hey, Waves, I—"
"Now's not a good time, Nicole," Wynonna snapped.
"Wynonna?" Nicole asked. "Where's Waverly?"
"She's been shot," Wynonna swallowed hard, her jaw clenching.
"Where are you?" Nicole's voice filled with panic.
"We're on the way to the hospital," Wynonna said.
"I'll meet you there." Nicole said and hung up.
Wynonna looked down at Waverly, whose head bobbed limply with the movement of the speeding truck. "Shit," Wynonna gritted her teeth and swore quietly to herself as she cradled her little sister's head.