Hi everyone! Short and sweet, I don't own DP and enjoy! And he ain't dead!
"AVON!" she cried in horror as she knelt on the cold floor beside him. She clutched his hand as she felt for a heartbeat. A soft thump reassured her as she sighed in relief.
"Your alive..." Rosie said shakily. Her eyes skimmed over his, well, let's just say Rosie was blushing the whole time... But she looked for the cause of the catastrophe. Her fingers traced over a small tranquilizer bullet as Avon moaned in pain.
"Shh...it's okay..." she reassured Avon. She gently lifted him off the ground bridal style and raced towards the nurses office, but stopped.
"How am I supposed to explain this?" she realized in agony. "Hi, nurse? My crush-"
Her face once again became bright red as she quickly glanced at Avon, who was still as sound as a rock. She laughed nervously.
"I guess I could text Sam or something...I mean, you would think that she would have experience with injury..." she mused out loud. A moan escaped Avon's lips. Rosie worriedly looked down and brushed a strand of black hair away from his face.
"I'm texting Sam..." she decided as she awkwardly set down Avon on a bench.
Sam... Avon was shot...with a tranquilizer gun or something... Please come ASAP! And bring Danny and Tucker too...
"And send..." she said as she snapped her phone shut. Her eyes filled with despair as she squeezed Avon's limp hand.
"I hope help comes soon..." she mumbled as she sat down next to him. She closed her eyes as tears began to fall silently. A flash of white caused them to open in alarm as her spiky black hair whipped around. She gasped as she saw what was once brown hair turned pitch black.
"Avon...?" A clatter was heard as she heard a British older voice speaking:
"Rosilena? Who is this, and why is he glowing?"
Ah! Sorry for the shortness, but I have three stories to work on at once! Gah! Anywho, review please and update Saturday! SO SORRY FOR SHORTNESS!