I was going to be really cruel and hold onto this chapter for a bit and make you sweat over who got shot, but I realized I just didn't have the heart to do that. So that being said, I'm still very much on the fence about my decision here, I have toyed with the idea but in the end I've received enough requests that I gave in. With all that out there I think I've said enough, of course I own nothing, enjoy.
Henry didn't know what to do? He had never been on this end of the situation before and he was on borderline hysteria. The thief had taken off Jo and been shot and now she was gone, disappeared. Of course Henry knew where she would turn up but his brain just couldn't process what had just happened.
Jo's phone's. "Hanson there was an attempted robbery at Abe's shop, he got away running, left from the shop. He's five elevenish, dark brown hair, light eyes, jeans, and a dark black zip up hoody. He shot Jo." Henry just kind of spit it all out.
"Jo's been shot, is she okay?" Henry could practically hear Hanson jumping from his desk. Then Henry realized what exactly he said, and how there was no body to prove it. There would be a body in the East River soon though and he needed to hurry.
"She's fine, it's a graze. I'm treating her now. Call me when you catch the thief." Henry hung up Jo's phone and shoved it in his pocket, running up stairs and grabbing Abe's car keys, some of Jo's clothes, and a towel. He didn't really know what he was doing but didn't really care he needed to be at the river before she was.
He drove on autopilot not thinking about what he was doing, only thinking about what this meant for Jo, he hadn't meant for any of this to happen. He should have gotten rid of the gun. Now she was cursed, she was like him. She was going to hate him, this was all his fault. Part of him couldn't help but think he would never have to be alone ever again. On the other hand she would probably never want to seem him again, and he couldn't live forever knowing that.
When he finally made it to the river he grabbed everything from the passenger seat and ran to the rivers edge. Looking out for any sign of life, he wasn't used to being the one on land. He couldn't stand still and he didn't even notice the water up to his knees.
All it took was a second and there she was gasping for breath in the river. Henry did everything he could to help her out of the water and keep the clothes he had for her dry.
"How are you feeling?" Henry had his arms and a towel around her.
"Cold." She was still gasping for breath.
"Here, here." He wrapped her in the towel and led her to dry land where he handed over her clothes. "Here you go. Let's get you inside." Even in the dark he could see the fresh scar above her left breast. He helped her dress and led her back to the car. Neither of them spoke the whole ride back to the shop, and Henry was quick to lock the door. He turned off the lights and escorted Jo up the stairs. "Are you hungry, there are leftovers in the fridge."
"I'm just tired Henry, lets go to bed." Jo wasn't ready to take in everything that happened yet so all Henry could do was help her get ready for bed. He tucked her in and then climbed into bed and held her close. She would probably hate him in the morning so he was going to take this one last chance to hold her tight.