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Brian's POV
It hurt. It damn hurt!
For the past ten minutes -or maybe longer, he didn't know for sure-, Brian had tried to recall the first aid session he had attended to. He was supposed to do something to stop the bleeding, but what? Okay, the session teacher was supposing that someone else would be here doing that for the wounded guy but unfortunately, Brian was alone in the library. He had only himself to count on and let's be honest, it was not encouraging. But he had to do something. Dying from exsanguinations due to a bullet was definitely not something he wanted to check out of his bucket list. He didn't even have a bucket list. Maybe he should have one actually.
He moved his hand to his wounded shoulder and held tight. He was biting his lips to keep himself from screaming.
He had never felt such pain before. And he was kind of hoping he would never feel like this again.
He tried not to close his eyes because in movies, when someone was shot, the other someone was always screaming "Don't close your eyes!". Not that he was particularly watching that kind of cheesy movies.
He felt tired. Like really tired.
Don't close your eyes.
He wondered if Andy could tape his eyelids so his eyes will stay open. But Andy was not there. And he would have said no. He kind of swore than he would never tape someone's body parts again. He hoped Andy was safe.
He hoped Allison was not alone. Because it was terrifying. He wished she was in a room crowded with people. He wished that someone would put their arm around her shoulders. He did not want her to cry.
God. He was crying. Like a babe.
Bender would never let him hear the end of this if he could see him. He was glad he had smoke once. He knew it was pretty stupid since smoking brought diseases and drugs were making a fool out of you. It was fun anyway. He hoped Bender was not in school today. If there was to be a day for not coming to school, it should be today. Mondays. Mondays were awful. Someone should totally delete the Mondays from the universe. Who needs Mondays after all?
His hand was covered with blood but he could not remove it. He was so tired…
He hoped Claire was in her classroom with her fake friends. But he knew she had skipped class. She probably had followed her stupid mates to the gym. He wished she was safe.
He wished there were all safe.
Then, he closed his eyes.
To Be Continued...
