HEY GUYS, I KNOW THIS IS LATE BUT I REALLY HAVE NO EXCUSE, I JUST GOT LAZY. I'M SORRY AND I HOPE YOU GUYS AREN'T TOO MAD AT ME. ALSO I'M GONNA START MAKING THIS STORY REVIEW POWERED, MEANING I'LL HAVE TO GET A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF REVIEWS FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER TO GO UP.

FIRST WE'LL START SMALL, 40 REVIEWS WHICH I BELIEVE IS 5 MORE.

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I woke up and, surprise Dave wasn't there. I groggily stood up and made my way to the training room since that's where he mostly is.

"Dave!" I called out, no answer.

I walked into the kitchen, no such luck. I walked into his (dead) father's room, not there either. I checked almost everywhere and I couldn't find him. I walked towards the back of house, the garage, and heard groaning. My mind instantaneously went into combat mode. Where ever there's groaning its means someone hurt someone and might still be around. I slowly opened the back door, leading to a backyard I never knew was there, and saw Dave on the ground, clutching his core, bleeding. I ran over to him, ignoring my instincts, and fell on my knees to his side.

"Dave! What happened, are you okay?" I asked, concern spilling onto my features.

Dave just groaned and held on tighter to his mid section. I looked around us, looking for something to to call the cops with or to patch Dave up here and now. I looked down and saw Dave had dropped his phone. As I reached for his phone, Dave caught my hand. I looked at him with a confused face.

"Cops-still-after-you" he said through his pain.

"I don't care, Dave, you need help" I said, using my other hand to grab the phone. I picked it up and dialed 911. An operator picked up the phone and said, "911, what's your emergency."

"My friend is bleeding!" I yelled into the phone.

"Ma'am calm down, what's your address"

"524 Kick-Ass Rd."

"Ok, an ambulance is on its way, what's your name"

"Jessica Wilde" I said, still trying to protect my idenity.

"Ok, Jessica, I'm gonna have to ask you to stay on the line until paramedics arrive"

"Um..Sure" I said, mainly focused on Dave.

About 5 minutes later, the paramedics arrived and I hung up the phone and waited for them to load Dave on the stretcher. I waited in frustration at how long it took to strap Dave to a stretcher and put him in the back of the ambulance.

"Ma'am, you wanna ride with him" one of the paramedics asked.

I didn't even answer I just got in the ambulance and sat next to Dave. The ride there was agonizingly slow. When we did get to the hospital, doctors and nurses worked fast to get Dave out of ambulance and into a room to do tests. I was asked to stay in the waiting area until a doctor came to get her. She reluctantly sat down in the waiting area, not wanting to leave Dave, but had to let the doctors do their job.

"Jessica Wilde for Dave Lizewski" the doctor said after half an hour.

I stood up and walked to the doctor in a fast manner. The doctor looked at his chart and then looked down at me.

"Your friend, Dave, was shot. We have removed the bullet, but he will have to remain in the hospital for 2 days. Your welcome to stay with him or go home, we will call you when he can go"

"Can I see him now?" I asked.

"Sure, room 224" the doctor said, walking away.

I walked over to the 200 hall and searched for 224. I found it and the door was closed. I put my hand on the door knob, pausing hesitantly, before finally opening the door to Dave sleeping in the bed. I smiled at him and walked over to the chairs they had sitting around and pulled it up to Dave's bed.

"Dave" I whispered, "you awake?"

"Yeah, but barely" Dave replied, groggily.

"What happened?" I asked him.

"I don't know, I went outside to get a throwing knife from a tree I threw it in yesterday, then I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and fell to my knees. I heard the sound of the gun 2 seconds after I got hit" Dave explained

"200 yards away" I whispered.

"It came from the...right, I think" Dave said.

"East...Isn't that Todd's house?" I asked.

"Umm...I think"

"When you get out, we'll go beat the shit out of him, and maybe a little extra for saying what he did when I saved you from that warehouse" I said.

"What did he say" asked a curious Dave.

"'I think I'm in love with her, dude' is what he said to Marty"

"Why you gonna beat him up for that?" he asked.

"I don't know, I just need a reason to kick his ass more" I said.

Dave laughed, though it sounded strained and almost dry. It had already gotten dark out, about 9:00 pm so I told him to go to sleep and that I'd stay with him throughout the remainder of his hospital visit. I finally saw him got to sleep after awhile and that's when exhaustion got the best of me and I 'passed out'.