Part 10
Jyou ran into the open apartment as a shot rang out, and found himself staring at Sora's back. He conducted a quick search of the room and was horrified to see Izzy lying on the floor in front of Sora.
"You shouldn't be here," Sora said turning around and giving him a sour look, as if she found his appearance distasteful.
Jyou was still trying to pull his wits together when she started to lift the gun, taking aim. Jyou rushed at her knocking her to the floor but not before she got out another shot.
Jyou distantly noticed the pain in his left arm as he had sure Sora had been knocked out. She had caught her head on the coffee table and would probably have a concussion, he thought, but he didn't care about her as long as she wasn't a danger.
Jyou shuffled on his knees to Izzy's side and unbuttoned the plaid shirt. His breath sucked in when he saw where the bullet had gone in.
"Shit, oh Koushiro, this is bad. Why were you still with her?" Jyou murmured as he took off his own shirt and pressed it firmly onto the wound.
Keeping one hand on it he lent over Izzy to grab the phone. He dialed the hospital and spat out rapid orders before hanging up.
He was looking to see if there were any blankets or pillows handy and was surprised when he felt a cold hand touch his wrist.
"Jyou," Izzy whispered, not sure if the boy leaning over him was a dream or not. He was having trouble discerning most everything, he could barely feel his own body, it was just there, useless.
"Shh, don't talk, you need to conserve your strength until we can get you in the operating room. Jyou spotted a blanket on the couch that was more or less for show, Sora's he assumed and with some difficulty managed to grab it.
"She's sick Jyou, so sick."
"She's not as bad off as you are right now, didn't I tell you to be quiet?"
"Why didn't I see it?" Izzy asked as tears started to leak down his cheeks. "I knew she had that gun, I saw it today. You're hurt."
"Not as badly as you are, please be quiet," Jyou said, straining to hear if someone was coming up the stairs. Yes, there were definitely people rushing up the stairs.
The paramedics ran in the room and Jyou gave Izzy up to their capable hands and watched like a mother hen as his friend was bundled up into the stretcher.
Jyou was about to follow the paramedics out to the ambulance when some policemen arrived on the scene. Jyou answered their questions and watched with a measure of pleasure as Sora was roused and arrested.
Jyou waited impatiently for about half an hour before he was allowed to go to the hospital, though he was told to expect the police department to contact him within the next few days.
Jyou talked to one of the nurses in the ER and got the few details on Izzy's case, but it wasn't looking to good. He collapsed into a chair in the waiting room and began calling their friends on his cell phone.
Jyou ran into the open apartment as a shot rang out, and found himself staring at Sora's back. He conducted a quick search of the room and was horrified to see Izzy lying on the floor in front of Sora.
"You shouldn't be here," Sora said turning around and giving him a sour look, as if she found his appearance distasteful.
Jyou was still trying to pull his wits together when she started to lift the gun, taking aim. Jyou rushed at her knocking her to the floor but not before she got out another shot.
Jyou distantly noticed the pain in his left arm as he had sure Sora had been knocked out. She had caught her head on the coffee table and would probably have a concussion, he thought, but he didn't care about her as long as she wasn't a danger.
Jyou shuffled on his knees to Izzy's side and unbuttoned the plaid shirt. His breath sucked in when he saw where the bullet had gone in.
"Shit, oh Koushiro, this is bad. Why were you still with her?" Jyou murmured as he took off his own shirt and pressed it firmly onto the wound.
Keeping one hand on it he lent over Izzy to grab the phone. He dialed the hospital and spat out rapid orders before hanging up.
He was looking to see if there were any blankets or pillows handy and was surprised when he felt a cold hand touch his wrist.
"Jyou," Izzy whispered, not sure if the boy leaning over him was a dream or not. He was having trouble discerning most everything, he could barely feel his own body, it was just there, useless.
"Shh, don't talk, you need to conserve your strength until we can get you in the operating room. Jyou spotted a blanket on the couch that was more or less for show, Sora's he assumed and with some difficulty managed to grab it.
"She's sick Jyou, so sick."
"She's not as bad off as you are right now, didn't I tell you to be quiet?"
"Why didn't I see it?" Izzy asked as tears started to leak down his cheeks. "I knew she had that gun, I saw it today. You're hurt."
"Not as badly as you are, please be quiet," Jyou said, straining to hear if someone was coming up the stairs. Yes, there were definitely people rushing up the stairs.
The paramedics ran in the room and Jyou gave Izzy up to their capable hands and watched like a mother hen as his friend was bundled up into the stretcher.
Jyou was about to follow the paramedics out to the ambulance when some policemen arrived on the scene. Jyou answered their questions and watched with a measure of pleasure as Sora was roused and arrested.
Jyou waited impatiently for about half an hour before he was allowed to go to the hospital, though he was told to expect the police department to contact him within the next few days.
Jyou talked to one of the nurses in the ER and got the few details on Izzy's case, but it wasn't looking to good. He collapsed into a chair in the waiting room and began calling their friends on his cell phone.