"Will she be ok?" Finn asked desperately.
"We can't tell, sir." The ambulance man said, watching the stretched disappear into the ambulance. "It could be fatal."
"She could...die?" Finn gasped.
"Anything's possible." The ambulance man hurried into the back of the ambulance and it shot away. Finn looked back at the school, tears in his eyes.
"Get off me!" Kyle shouted, wrestling with the police.
"Shut it, sonny!" The officer snapped, shoving him against the wall. "Kyle Stack, I'm arresting you on suspicion with attempted murder. You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defences when questionned, something you may later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence."
"I didn't do anything!" Kyle muttered as he was shoved into a police car. The gaggle of people outside the school applauded as the police car drove off.
Finn felt Lauren draped an arm around him. "Are you ok?"
"No." Finn bit his lip. "She could..."
"Don't say it, Finn." Lauren whispered. "She's in good hands."
"She's half-dead, Lauren! It'll take a hell of a good team to bring her back to life." Finn sighed.
"Go home, get some rest and we'll visit her in the morning." Lauren lead him out of the school gates, patting his shoulder.
Finn walked into his apartment and headed straight for the fridge.
"We weren't expecting you home this earlier." His Mum, Jo, smiled.
"Me neither." Finn turned to face her.
"Finn?" Jo gasped. "Whatever is the matter?"
"It's Eva, Mum." Finn sobbed. "She's nearly-dead."
"What?" Jo gasped again. "D-dead? How?"
"Kyle Stack. She saved my life! That should be me!" Finn shouted.
"Ay, ay, ay." Jo hugged her son, stroking his hair. "It shouldn't be anyone - least of all you or Eva."
"Eugene and Kyle wanted revenge on me and Eva went out and found out his plans for me. She came to the prom and told me...and Kyle...shot her." Finn sobbed.
"What the hell is going on?" His Dad, Rich, walked in, a huge frown on his face. "Finley?"
"It's terrible, Rich. That Stack boy has nearly killed Eva." Jo explained, cradling Finn.
"What?" Rich gasped.
"She's been shot." Jo whispered.
"Finn?" Rich watched his son look up. "I'm sorry, mate."
"Being sorry won't bring her back. But a bottle of vodka'll numb the pain." He hiccuped.
"Course." Jo smiled, disappearing into the pantry.