My gun was drawn, tucked to my side. I jumped down into the square hole, landing on my hip instead of my feet. "Shit..." I grumbled, dusting off my pants. It was a four wall room. Plain and dirty. The only notable thing was the dead man splayed on the floor. I see what she meant by sticky...
"Val?!" I called out, avoiding the mess of blood. I heard a small thud noise.
My eyes locked on a pantry door.
I hadn't noticed.
I rushed over, kicking it open. My gun hit the floor. She was propped against the wall, her clothes ripped, blood pooling around her. "Val?" I dropped to my knees, feeling the warm blood soak my pants. I cupped her face, feeling a faint pulse on her neck. I wonder...
"Valadaa, I need you to open your eyes"
Thick eyelashes fluttered, narrow silver green depths rested on him, not really focusing. She was still wearing the one piece, so i could easily see her gunshot wounds. Two of them, her abdomen and hip. He ripped off his shirt, tearing it into two strips. Once he tied up her wounds, the man easily swung the girl into his arms. Rab knew she had probably lost too much, but the reason in his mind had completely disappeared.
The man paced back and forth inside the waiting room. He knew that any minute someone would come out and tell him. Tell him that Valadaa Limear was no more.
"Sir?" A blonde man approached Rab.
"Yes?"
"We removed the bullets successfully, and managed to stop the bleeding,"
He sighed in relief. "But,"
The man's chest tightened. "What?"
The doctor looked a bit reluctant in giving the news. "She lost an extremely large amount of blood. The next 15 hours will make or break . She has been hooked to an IV, but she hasn't been taking it too well. If she makes it through until morning, she will be fine. I won't lie to you. There is a good chance she will not make it,"
"Thanks," he whispered.
"Mister Rogers, we need you right away. She's woken up and seems to be upset"
When the two had made it to her room, Rab shooed all of the nurses out, along with the reluctant doctor.
I rushed over to the girl, taking her hand in both of mine. Her eyes slowly fluttered open. "Val..." I brought her hand up to my lips, closing my eyes painfully.
"Why... do you cry?" She barely managed the breathy sentence. His heart tightened. "I sent you in there alone. Even though you said we should stay together... even though it was breaking protocol... Valadaa I am so sorry..." I squeezed her hand tighter. "You wouldn't be here if it weren't for me.
"Shh..." she weakly lifted her hand. He felt his cheek being cupped. "You... hate me," she smiled so gently.
My eyes widened. "No I don't! I... you are invigorating. Not breathtaking, no you steal my breath away- it's annoying how much you fluster me... I know you don't want to deal with an old man like me..."
"...Shut up,"