Chase's P.O.V.
She took a bullet for me. She took a BULLET,for me. Why? I thought she hated me. I bent over Bree while Kim and Adam took care of the other Guy. Bree's hair had Come out of her pony, and her wavy brown hair was spread out around her making it look like she was underwater. The left side of her chest, right above the heart, was bleeding badly. I used my watch to contact my dad. "Bree's injured! I need you to get a ladder down NOW!" I told him. "Roger." Came his reply. "No, Bree, we can Come back for Roger later!" I was so freaked out about Bree, I didn't realize that dad was basically saying 'Okay'. I watched as Kim and Adam knocked the killer off his feet. He didn't get back up. Adam and Kim rushed over to Bree. "Oh no, whatdowedo?!" Kim cried. "We wait for Mr. Davenport. He'll transport her to the nearest hospital." Adam said with tears in his eyes. I looked at Bree's pale face. I never did hate her. I have no idea why I was always mean to her. She seemed like a nice person. I regret all of those things I had ever said or done to her. I saw a ladder descending down from the hole in the ceiling. I got Bree's right arm and put it around my neck. I picked her up bridal style, and used my telekinesis to get up both up, and onto the helicopter, Kim and Adam climbing the ladder. Once I got in. I laid Bree down. Dad took off for the newest hospital, and dropped us off. Adam opened the door for me, and I ran inside. "Help!" I yelled. A nearby nurse heard me, and called in for a doctor. I laid Bree down on the gurney. The doctors rushed her off to surgery. This is all my fault.
Will Bree be alright? There's a song perfect for this chapter. It's called 'The Reason'. Check it out while reading.