Callie and Bradin slowly turned around to see who it was, afraid they were about to be shot. The gunman had a laser gun with a silencer on pointed directly at Bradin's back. He motioned him to stand. Ava had walked out of the house and was about to run down to help, but decided instead to run and call for help.
"Callie, could you go for a swim or something."
"Toby, you don't have to do this, just let Bradin, be, he can't surfing anymore, he can barely walk with out support."
"But, Callie, he's in physical therapy for that so I don't want him to regain anything he lost especially any chance of being able to surf."
"Listen, I'm not going to be able to surf on the high school team or in pro if I tried, Callie, has seen me, I can't hardly walk with the crutches."
"SHUT UP, CALLIE GO SURF!"
Callie sat there, Toby pushed and shoved Bradin to the rocks where Bradin lost complete support and fell face first into the sand. Toby kicked him waving the gun to get him up.
"Toby, the therapy is to help my leg, when you shot me it hit near my abdomen, but went at an angle and hit the bones, I lost most of the feeling in it and the therapy has helped with the feeling."
"I don't care, get on the other side of those rocks."
Slowly Bradin stood again and made his way though and around the rocks, when he lost strength and fell on to the rocks with great force, not being able to catch himself in time. He felt his arm tingle with pain, knowing that it was either broken or fractured now. He looked up and saw Toby pointing the gun at him. He looked down at his chest and noticed a red laser dot on his shirt.
"Should it be here or here."
He then moved the dot to Bradin's head, and a couple other places. They heard some shouting. Toby pulled the trigger, as Bradin moved away quickly, but didn't miss the shot, he screamed out in pain as the bullet was lodged into his ankle. Toby dove into the water as a couple officers ran up into the rocks.
"He's gone."
Blood ran quickly from his ankle and covered his foot. He crawled to his crutches and stood with them. The officers watched in awe as the teen made his way back to his friends and family who loved him and hugged each of them.
20 minutes later at the hospital Bradin sat while the doctors looked over his ankle and the X-rays. His aunt stood next to him while they talked. One of them finally spoke up.
"Ms. Gregory, Bradin, there are two options. One you can have surgery to remove the bullet, and then reconstruct your ankle with another surgery, or you can have your ankle put into a brace that, you will wear all the time and leave the bullet in."
"With leaving it in affect his therapy?"
"He will have very little feeling in his ankle even with therapy."
What will they decide to do about his injuries?
TBC
