Author's Note: Hey guys! Here is chapter 7! Enjoy, review, you know the drill! lol
Kim's POV
I hear the girl start to say something, but I completely tune her out and quickly climb into the arcade window. I am by Jack's side in a matter of seconds. "Jack, can you hear me?" I ask. He opens his eyes quickly as if startled and looks at me. I can tell he is in a lot of pain, but despite it he smiles when he sees my face, and I see a spark of happiness in his eyes. I smile back, briefly forgetting about the situation until I move my hand and feel blood cover it and Jack wince; I accidentally brushed over his wound. I gather my thoughts and come back to reality; I need to stop the bleeding. I lift up the bottom part of Jack's shirt to get a better look at the injury, and it looks really bad, but I don't say that. I don't want to worry him any more than he already is. I look around for anything I can use to help, but I don't see anything . . . "Here, use this," the girl says, kneeling down next to me and handing a roll of paper towels that she had to have gotten from the bathroom. I hadn't even thought of that. I'm so stupid . . . Ahh, not now Kim! I scold myself in my head. I tear off some of the paper towels, fold them up to make them thicker, and apply pressure to the bleeding gash. "Ahhh!" Jack yelps. I feel bad that I'm hurting him, but I don't ease up on the pressure; this is the only way to get the bleeding to stop besides letting it stop on its own, which is not a good idea. "I'm sorry, Jack," I tell him. I hated seeing him like this. "It's ok," he manages to get out. Wow, I can't believe he's being so strong through all of this . . . Actually, I can; That's Jack for you. I'm happy he's being strong again, because it felt so weird seeing him so crushed just days before. I really had a bone to pick with that horrid woman whom (A/N Yeah, "whom" doesn't sound like something Kim would say, but I think it's the proper term to use here) I refused to even call Jack's mother any more. After another minute of pressing down on Jack's stomach, I lifted up the blood-soaked paper towels and was pleased to see that he had stopped bleeding. It still didn't change how bad the injury was though, and he had lost a good amount of blood, but not too much to be that serious at least (Yeah, I had learned a little bit from my brief time as a candy striper at the hospital, the day Jack had beat Duke Evans at speed-breaking boards). Finally thinking straight now that I had taken care of the immediate issue at hand, Rudy gives me his jacket, and I rip off one of the sleeves and wrap it securely around Jack's injury as a temporary bandage. He slowly sits up, and I carefully hug him as tight as I dare; he hugs back. "Jack, I missed you. I was so worried about you!" I tell him. "I'm sorry," he says. "Where have you been, Jack? I know you needed your space, but you have no idea how hard it was on me, Jack, and now this . . ." I point to his stomach. "I was with Skylar," he says, like it's nothing. "Who is . . . " I start to ask before I realize that Skylar must be the girl. Then I realize this isn't the first time I've seen her. Well, I've never met her, but Jack and I saw her picture in a magazine, with an article about her and her rich dad, David Larks. I look this girl up and down. She appears slightly older than us, and although I had felt slightly jealous of her before (the face-time thing), I knew that she had just been trying to help Jack out, and I appreciated it, honestly, because she had taken him in . . . Well, it had been after someone she knew had shot him with a dart though . . . Anyway, I decided to give this girl a chance, but I still needed to know the story. Jack and Skylar explain when I ask, and at the end they tell me how three other guys that had been with the ones who were after them had taken Mr. Larks. I had not been expecting that. I look at Skylar and see her crying softly. Jack is trying to comfort her. "We'll get him back," he tells her. "I'll make sure of it personally, I promise." I can tell he means it. He doesn't break promises. She looks at him, and says, 'But, Jack, the cops won't want you too, and even you said we needed help. Plus, you're injured." He looks slightly annoyed at the fact that he is basically being told that he can't do this. "The cops aren't here, and for the tie being, my injury is ok, it's not bleeding anymore." She starts to retort back. "Yeah, but it could start bleeding again, and you should rest because-" Jack cuts her off and tells her that he is doing this, no matter what. He stands up, and all though he doesn't say anything, I can see the pain it causes him, and he stumbles a little. "I'm in," I say. Everyone looks at me. "What?" Jack asks, looking confused. "I'm in. I'm not letting you do this alone, Jack, especially while you are like this." I state this very sternly so he knows that there is no way he can get me to back out of this. One by one, Jerry, Milton, Eddie, Rudy, and even Skylar stand up and say that they're in, too.
Jack's POV
Wow, my friends really care about me. They are putting themselves in danger to help me get Skylar's dad back, and they barely know Skylar and don't know her dad at all, but they want to keep me safe. I can take care of myself, but it shows how much they care for me, especially Kim who was the first one to tell me she was coming. Skylar and I are no longer alone in this: We are all stuck in this mess together now, whether I like it or not. It's time for a rescue mission.
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