Ch. 8: Gun Shot

Will you be there for me, every time I go away
Will you be there for me, thinking of me everyday
There For me – Josh Groban

Justin

He loves me.

I always knew he loved me. I could always tell he did but he had never said it. I love full moons. After he told me that he loved me he had kissed me long and deep. Forever it seemed like. I wish he could've kissed me forever. That would've been heaven. His confession made me giddy for the next three days. He didn't say it again. And I don't care either. He said it once and he meant it. That's all I need. Sure, I wouldn't have minded if he said it everyday like the normal couple but I'm happy with what I get. From what I know about Brian Kinney – him saying that is a big thing for him. I look over at him. He's sitting next to me on the couch flipping through a magazine.

"Brian – I wanna go back home."

Nothings happened for a week and three days. That's a long time. Don't get me wrong, I love spending all this alone time with him but…I do miss civilization. I miss my friends. I miss everyone and being isolated like this is starting to get old. "I know you do, Sunshine. I do too." I sigh and snuggle up against him. I know it annoys the hell out of him when I do this and he's trying to read or something. I do it anyway. Like he can ever push me away. Surprisingly, he doesn't even try to make me go away. His arm comes up and wraps around me and pulls me closer. He has been acting more clingy than usual lately.

"Then I don't see why,"

He cuts me off.

"Yes, you do. If we go back you'll be in danger again. We're obviously pretty safe here and I'd really like to keep it that way,"

He looks over at me for the first time since this discussion has started and smiles softly at me.

"I don't want anything to happen to you. We're staying here. Plus, I like having you all to myself."

I smile and kiss him lightly on the mouth before pulling away.

"I bet you do."

I head over to the stairs and stop once I reach them. "I'm going upstairs to sleep. You haven't been giving me any rest lately," He smirks at this. Fucking idiot. "And I'm going to need energy if you plan on keeping me up all night for the rest of our stay here." He throws his magazine down on the empty space next to him and jumps up off the couch. When he reaches me his arms wrap around me from behind and his chin rests on my shoulder. I sigh and lean back against him. "You're not gonna let me rest are you?" His teeth attach to the lobe of my ear for a second before answering.

"Of course I will, dear. Someday."

"I have a feeling that 'someday' means never."

"Some people would be ecstatic to be fucked by me for eternity."

"Believe me – I'm more then ecstatic. I'm tired too." He grins and kisses me once more on the cheek. His arms leave me and I'm about to ask him to come upstairs with me. Not that I need to ask him. He will anyway. There's no way in hell he'll let me out of his sight. But he beats me to it. "I'll be right up. I'm gonna get a CD out of the jeep." I nod and start up the stairs as he walks the opposite direction to the front door. I can't help but decorate my face with a happy/giddy/silly smile on my way up. I don't think anyone can be more in love than I am right now. It's not even possible.

A loud gunshot brings me out of my giddy daze.

And into a horror daze.

My first thought is, 'what the hell was that?' and then, when it all registered in my head, 'ohmygod, ohmygod, is Brian ok?' I'm down the stairs in about five seconds. The thought that it probably isn't safe for me to go outside doesn't even register. All that's running through my mind is that I need to get to Brian because if he's hurt then, god, I don't even want to think about that. I swing open the door and the first thing I see is Brian lying on the ground, which doesn't help anything that I'm feeling right now. I don't see anyone else but that doesn't mean that that 'someone else' isn't still here. Watching from his or her hiding place and laughing their asses off. Without a second thought about someone else being out here, I jump off the porch and hurry towards the jeep. I sigh in relief when I see that he wasn't shot in the head or the heart.

He was shot in the stomach, though, and that can be bad.

Oh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

"Brian? Brian, please be ok."

He'll be ok. He has to be. If he isn't ok then I have no idea what I'll do. He doesn't respond and I'm not sure how bad the wound is. All I see is lots of blood oozing out of him. My heart beats faster and I think I start to cry but I'm not sure. I hurriedly reach into his pocket and pull out his cell phone and dial 911. They say they'll be there in a matter of minutes but who knows if they will. Then I call Debbie. "Hello?" I realize I'm crying when I realize I can't really see straight. I bite at my bottom lip. "De-Debbie. Som-something happened…" I quickly use my free hand to press it tightly against where he got shot. I'm not trained in this kind of thing but I'm not stupid either. I'm not going to let him bleed more then he has to. "Sunshine, what's wrong?" I look down at Brian and I start to cry harder and I can hear Debbie telling me to calm down over and over again.

"Someone shot him!"

Silence on her end of the phone.

"T-the police are com-coming…but he's not awake and there's bl-blood everywhere…"

Me saying that doesn't help anything. Debbie's crying too, I think. No, I know she is. "I'll call the others…call me when the police and the ambulance get there." We hang up and I'm more than extremely upset now. I'm scared – not only about Brian but also about the fact that the person who did this to him is probably still really close by. He's probably watching as I sit here on my knees crying over my boyfriend and could, if he wanted to, come over here and kidnap me or something extreme like that. I tell myself not to think like that. That's not helping anything.

I feel slightly safer when I hear the sirens come closer and closer.

They stopped the bleeding.

No internal organs were damaged.

They tell me he's going to be fine.

He didn't even lose that much blood – it had just looked that way. They told me it was a smart thing, me holding my hand against it like I did. I ignore them though. Brian won't be ok until I see him. He won't be ok until he's awake and being an asshole and actually looking me in the eye. He won't be ok until I say he's ok. "Can I see him?" The doctor says not yet. That they're still stitching up the wound. But it shouldn't take long. In a few minutes. The minutes seem to tick by like hours. Like forever. Oh, god, this is my fault. I've already been responsible for three deaths…even if Brian says I wasn't. Mel, Linds, and JR. I don't want to be responsible for Brian's either. Especially not Brian's. My cell phone rings.

"Hello?"

"It's Debbie, Sunshine."

"Hi, Deb…"

"How is he?"

"They say he'll be fine. I can't see him yet though."

I don't know how I'm talking right now. I think I cried out all my tears. Now I'm just…crying in my head.

"He's gonna be transferred back to Pittsburgh as soon as he can be moved."

"Yeah, that's what the doctor told me…"

"He'll be ok, Sunshine. He's strong."

"I-I know."

I see the doctor walking back towards me.

"I have to go. The doctor's coming back."