James's POV
It's all my fault.
Carlos's POV
It's all my fault.
Kendall's POV
It's all my fault.
Logan's POV
It's all my fault.
But honestly, it didn't matter right now. All that mattered was the fact that right now, she was half-dead because of me. Her "boyfriend", her "BOYfriend", her brother, and her best friend were all crammed into a tiny waiting room, hating ourselves for even bringing her with us in the first place.
"Um… Piper Smith?"
"Smyth," we all automatically corrected the doctor.
We stared expectantly at the jumpy-looking young man in scrubs standing before us.
"Right…. Sorry. We've hacked off the ends of the pipe. It's too dangerous to try and get what's in her out right now. Blood loss, ya know? She's pretty much out cold right now, but she's…stable. You can see her if you want. Why didn't you menti-"
The four of us darted down the hallway in the middle of his sentence, stopping seconds later after realizing we had absolutely no clue where we were going. The nervous looking 20-something quickly strode, head down, towards a room a long ways down the hall.
He creaked open the door at the very end, peeking in with all four of us on our toes trying to see. Reluctantly, he let us in.
There she was, no sign of injury other than the slightest lump under the covers in the middle of her stomach…
Even thought the pipe was in her chest.