Helping to support his friend with one hand, while using the other to cover his bullet wound with the other, Owen hobbled out an emergency exit of the school. Luke groaned in pain as the two stepped down from the doorway onto the cement parking lot behind the school.
They were immediately surrounded by police officers in crisp, blue uniforms. They were ordered to put there hands in the air which both Luke and Owen half-obeyed, cringing as they did so. One officer cleared them of weapons and Owen felt two officers take hold of him, separating him form Owen, and quickly whisked him towards a squad of police cars with their lights flashing.
"An ambulance is on its way, son," an officer said to him, removing his hat and standing next to him. "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"
Owen shook his head and looked towards Luke. He was being treated by a female officer and probably being asked the same questions that were coming Owen's way.
"What's your name?" The cop asked, clicking a pen and resting it against a metal clip board.
"Owen Milligan"
"Do you know the name of the person with the gun who fired at you?"
Owen closed his eyes, he almost didn't want to rat on the rookie. He took a deep breath and muttered, "Cam… Campbell Saunders."
The policeman quickly scrawled across his loose leaf paper. "Do you know if there's more than one gunman in the vicinity?"
"No…" Owen thought. "I think it's only him. He's a messed up kid. Always trying to hurt himself."
A needle of pain shot through his shoulder, making Owen clench his teeth. He heard the wail of ambulances approaching. Three of the emergency vehicles turned a corner and rushed into the parking lot.
"One more question before I let you get loaded up," the officer said, breaking Owen's focus. "Did you see anyone else in the school that has been harmed?"
Owen shook his head. For the first time he thought about his little brother, he was certain that Tris was somewhere safe. He wasn't like his big brother; Tristan was smart and a good student. He would be somewhere safe with a friend or two.
A pair of paramedics approached Owen with gauze and tools he didn't know the names of. They helped him into the ambulance and started him on an IV. It hurt, and he had a little more respect for what Tristan went through after his heart attack. He hoped his little brother was okay.
"Do you still feel pain in your shoulder or has it gone numb?" asked a man, while he checked Owen's pulse.
He mumbled back, "It's… numb, I think." Owen watched as the two paramedics in the back with him handed each other things and muttered medical terms such as ballistic trauma and tissue disruption. He wanted to talk about things he understood.
"M-my brother's inside Degrassi," he blurted out.
The man continued to stare at his shoulder, and he felt more pressure being put on it. However, the woman replied, "I'm sure he's fine. The police were nearly ready to enter the school."
Owen gasped as he felt a needle prick his waist. "What grade are you in, Owen?"
"Twelve," he answered, cringing in pain. "I don't think I'm numb anymore."
He felt his heart start to speed up and the spot where the bullet had entered his shoulder felt like it had caught fire. He bit his bottom lip until he tasted blood on his tongue. The last thing he saw was a look of worry on the woman paramedic's face as she said, "Hypovolemic shock."