Shane's POV

While I was sat in the back of the ambulance, watching helplessly as a paramedic franticly worked to keep Claire alive, Michael text me saying he and Eve were following in his car and would see me at the hospital.

I felt awful just sitting there, not being able to help her. If I was given the chance to help her right there I would have done anything. After what seemed like a lifetime the ambulance pulled to a stop and as soon as the door opened Claire was wheeled out by a team of doctors who had been waiting for her. My heart was pounding as I heard them shouting to each other as they examined her. "Bullet wound entry to the diaphragm, possible internal bleeding and collapsed lung, we need to get her straight into surgery."

I tried to follow them as they rushed Claire through the hallways of the hospital but a nurse appeared in front of me and blocked my way. "Sir, you can't go in there. You need to wait out here." She led me to some seats out in the hallway. "Please take a seat sir, if there's any news we will come find you."

I sighed and sat down as she walked away towards where I'd seen Claire being taken. Knowing there was nothing I could do I just put my head in my hands and cried. Not long after this I heard noises from down the other end of the hallway and looked up to see Michael and Eve running towards me, but I still felt awful and put my head back down. When Michael reached me he asked in a rush. "Where is she? Is she Ok?"

"She's in surgery. I heard them talking, and it seems she's in even worse shape than I thought."

"Why? What were they saying?"

"Stuff about internal bleeding and a collapsed lung." I sobbed as my emotions finally hit me full on. Michael put his hand on my shoulder.

"She's a fighter Shane, she'll make it through this."

"But what if she doesn't Michael? She's been through so much and I'm just afraid she can't take anymore." I suddenly felt all my frustration build up and before I knew it I had jumped out of my seat and was almost shouting, my hands balled into fists. "It's- it's just that I want to know why it always has to be her Michael? Why is it always her this happens to? She doesn't deserve any of this, she never has. It should be me in there not her, I deserve it a hell of a lot more than she does."

Eve was trying to put a hand on my shoulder to calm me down. "No Shane, don't say that."

"Why not? It's true. I should have been there for her but I wasn't. All the things she's done for me and once again I've let her down. I- I just wish there was something I could do... but there isn't!" I frantically started punching the wall as tears streamed down my cheeks. Eve had stepped away from me and I saw from the corner of my eye her wincing each time my knuckles connected with the solid brick. Then as Michael pulled me away to stop me Eve lost it and grabbed me by the shoulders, looking me in the eyes as she cried out at me.

"Stop it, just stop it! Stop saying you deserve this, you're not a bad person Shane! All those times you've saved our lives Shane, think about them because it happens nearly everyday. And you're as good a person as Claire is, it just shows in a different way. You are a good person and this isn't your fault. The only person's fault this is is my brother's and for that I am so so sorry." The last three words she let out in a high pitch cry before she grabbed me and hugged me.

I hugged her back to show her that nothing her brother did had anything to do with her and she had nothing to be sorry for. When she had calmed down she pulled away and sniffled. "And I want to be clear on something. I've decided that in no way is Jason any relation to me, he's not my brother anymore. The only family I have now is you two and Claire." By then Michael had his arms around her and I saw a smile pull at his lips, it was a sad smile but it still showed that he was as happy as I was that Eve had decided to cast that scumbag out of her life.

A few hours later after just sitting and waiting the nurse from before came out from a room and called. "Claire Danvers."

The three of us waved our hands in the air. "That's us!"

"Could you come with me please?" She said before turning and walking down the hallway. We followed her and soon enough we noticed she was leading us into a relative's waiting room. Eve's eyes widened.

"Oh no, not this. I know what happens when they take you in here, it's the bad news room. Oh god something's wrong." Michael rubbed her arm to try and sooth her but it wasn't working that much.

When we were in there the nurse turned towards us and said. "Please sit." She then waited until we had taken a seat before she continued. "Now, you are her friends' right?"

Michael and Eve nodded while I added. "I'm her boyfriend."

"And she has no other family, no parents or close relatives?"

"Not in town, no."

"Right in that case you are her next of kin. So, Claire is now out of surgery and is currently being taken to a private room to recover. The surgeon managed to remove both the bullets and stop some internal bleeding from a severed artery. We also found that her right lung had in fact collapsed do to damage to her diaphragm so she will need lots of time to recover from that."

I started to feel really happy because although Claire was still seriously injured she was so far Ok. "So we can go see her?"

"Well there's just one other thing..."

Right, so in all honesty I haven't actually decided what that "one other thing" is yet. But I do have some ideas on my mind. But I would absolutely love it if anyone had there own suggestions for it so if you do please add it to your review. Thanks