This is part two of chapter 16 :D It's going to be three parts I decided. This update is majorly small which you guys don't deserve after your incredible response to the last chapter! But I don't know when I can update again until after Wednesday, so I figured you deserve some form of update. Heh heh I felt so evil with the twist. This is a chapter with the gleeks reactions to the shooting, enjoy, and please remember to review :).
Brittany let out a horrific scream, her face contorted in agony. Mike looked like a deer caught in headlights, his eyes flicking from the gun to Brittany's face in horror and his arms flailing around as he figured out what to do. His eyes unfocused temporarily and his head seemed to move towards the gun slowly, as if in a horror movie. He fixated his gaze on the gun and just as he was about to dart for it to just freaking end this Brittany screamed again, this time at him.
"DON'T YOU DARE SHOOT YOURSELF, MIKE!" she shouted and then let out another groan of pain, placing her hand over the wound in her side.
He turned back around again, looking at Brittany with eyes so empty they scared her and she honestly didn't know what was going to happen and she was going to die here and he was going to kill himself...
He shook his head and his eyes seemed to clear, worry and panic the main emotions she could see.
"Mike... please, this hurts so bad and I so don't want to die today..." she winced and that emission of pain seemed to jog him into action.
Mike ripped the sleeve off his shirt and tossed it to Brittany. He then grabbed his mobile phone, typing in 91. The sleeve landed by the side of her and she cocked her head with confusion.
"Put it on your wound!" he mouthed at her just as somebody picked up.
"Hello, 911, Police, Ambulance or Fire Service?" the receptionist asked in a calm tone.
"Um, ambulance please!" Mike's voice was panicked and higher then usual.
"Putting you through now!" Mike heard the click of the phone as he was put through to another line. He hopped from one foot to another, getting impatient as Brittany began to softly cry in pain.
"Hello, Ambulance Service!" another receptionist stated, "What seems to be the problem today?"
"Gunshot wound... my friend... she's in pain..." Mike trembled, stumbling over his words.
"Okay, what's the address of your present whereabouts?" the person said down the phone.
"Uh, oh god I'm not sure. We're by the river of Oswald's Church..." Mike told the lady, keeping an eye on Brittany who'd curled over now, eyes fluttering open and shut.
"Alright, the ambulance is on their way. Can you tell me where the wound is?"
"Um, I think it's on her side, that's where the blood seems to be coming from..."
"Alright. Have you got anything to keep pressure on the wound?"
"Yup, I put my sleeve on it,"
"Good thinking, that will reduce the chances of air getting into the wound and prevent the lungs collapsing. Is the victim still breathing?"
Mike took another look at Brittany who was panting heavily now, "Yeah, she's breathing!"
"Okay, keep her in a position most comfortable for her and try not to elevate the wound though as it could cause to more bleeding. If you keep her like this, her chances of recovery are higher. An ambulance is on the way, stay calm, stay with her and we'll be there in the next ten minutes!"
"Okay, thank you!" Mike sighed as he heard the dialling tone. He ran up the bank to Brittany, lying down next to her and speaking to her to keep her there.
"Brittany, I'm sorry, shit I'm sorry. This is my fault, Brit!" Mike said, tears leaking from his ears.
"It's not... your fault," she murmured.
"I'm sorry. I really like you Brit, I did before the fire and I still do. I would have topped myself before now if it wasn't for you!" Mike said earnestly, grasping her hand and looking into her eyes.
"I always liked you anyway Mike..." her voice weakened and her eyes were starting to lose any spark of Brittany. Mike leant over and kissed her for brief seconds. Then, he heard the sirens of the ambulance arrive.
"Babe, help's here now, you're gonna be fine..." Mike whispered.
"I know..."
The soft Kiss classic began again as Matt's body was once again carried out of the church after the funeral service. There had been tears and heart wrenching speeches after Mike's performance, but now it was all over. It seemed to Finn that Rachel had only just accepted that Matt was gone by the way she was sobbing into his arms.
"It's so awful, Finn!" she spluttered, wiping her eyes with the edge of a tissue, careful not to smudge her make up.
"I know babe, I know," he rubbed her back and tried to blink back the tears in his own eyes. The service was seriously sad.
"It's just – that's Matt's body in there. It's Matt. In a stupid wooden box. Somewhere he doesn't deserve to be. This shouldn't have happened!" she faltered, choking on her sobs and going back to Finn's shoulder. He just continued to rub her back, making 'shhh' noises and holding her tightly with his non injured arm. They stayed like that for a few moments until the glee club came over. Quinn, Tina, Kurt, Mercedes and to his surprise Artie all had tears in their eyes from the service. Puck's face was scrunched up in some sort of twisted attempt to stop himself from crying and Santana's face was stony in shock as if she couldn't believe the funeral had just happened.
"Hey..." Finn greeted them as they came over and received a series of hello's in return. They stood around in silence for a few moments before Santana steely expression broke and she looked round in seeming horror.
"Crap!" she cursed, eyes panicked and her face flushed.
"What's up?" Puck asked in sync with Mercedes who also muttered 'I'm sure it's wrong to swear in a church...'
"Brittany! She went to see if Mike was okay after the sequence around forty minutes ago and she's not come back!" Santana had pure fear in her voice now; she was scared for Brittany and Mike.
"Right well we'll do the sensible thing. Puck and Tina, you help Rachel and Finn back into their chairs and then meet us outside. The rest of us –"
Kurt was cut off by sirens outside. Santana's face changed into a deathly white colour and she began to sprint to the doors whilst the rest of the gleeks looked on in horror. Quinn sprinted after her, followed by Puck. The doors slammed with a scary finality and Finn looked at the remaining gleeks.
"Not to be rude, but will someone please help me and Rach into the freaking chairs so we can go see what's up?"
A flurry of activity commenced then, and between them, Kurt, Mercedes, Tina and Artie managed to get their two friends into the chairs with great difficulty. Tina then took Rachel's chair and Mercedes took Finn's and they rushed outside to see what was going on.
What they saw was utter madness. Finn could only thank God that Matt's parents had gone earlier with his body so they didn't have to see this. Santana was screaming and sobbing hysterically from by the ambulance, Quinn and Puck were stood in seeming shock hugging her, the mourners were milling around trying not to watch the scene unfold but seemed sickeningly mesmerised, Mike was clambering into the back of the ambulance and Brittany was strapped onto a stretcher, blood pouring from her side. At the sight of the scene Rachel was promptly sick onto the floor in front of her, Tina burst into tears and Finn nearly fainted in shock. Puck ran over when he saw his friends come out of the church, his face stricken in horror.
"Brittany... Brittany's been shot guys!" Puck spat out the words as if they were poison. He felt immediately guilty to his friend's reactions; they'd already been through so much.
"How... how is she?" Mercedes asked the question no one could bear to ask.
"She's alive... she's breathing... she's talking... she seems okay!" Puck explained, stating the good things about the situation. A pain filled silence filled the air and nobody knew what to do.
"Guess we better get over to the hospital then," Rachel said. She took Finn's hand, and the two began wheeling over to their van together. Tina and Artie followed the pair, also holding hands and Mercedes and Kurt linked arms and walked back to Mr Schue with Puck. Mr Schue had been outside through it all, so maybe he'd know more.
"Mercedes?"
"Kurt?"
"Is the glee club ever going to get a break?" Kurt tentatively asked.
"I don't think so honey," Mercedes bowed her head. They shared a dark look filled with hurt, and then continued the short walk back to Mr Schue.
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