Loverboy
Fearless
ALEX'S POV
It all happened so fast. One minute I was nursing a mug of Hot Chocolate whilst watching television and the next I was trying to understand the whimpering of Helen who had just ran into the living room.
'Helen, calm down. Just breathe,' I told her, hands on her shoulders as I tried to relax the distressed little woman who stood on front of me.
'I- the- we need to-' she stumbled on every word, tears streaming down her beautiful old face. I brushed her hair to one side and gave her a light kiss on the cheek before removing one hand to get my phone and call Jack. Unusually, it rang out.
'He won't- he's can't-' I began to worry, had something happened to Jack?
'Is it Jack? What's happened?' I tried to stay calm but fear became obvious in my voice.
'There was a gun and he- stop the bulle- they said that-' with every word she cried my heart rate increased. It became clear that something had happened to Jack, something bad.
I rushed Helen into the car and drove her to the hospital. I tumbled in the direction of the desk and threw myself against it. Helen was close behind but was unable to keep up my pace.
'Jack, Jack Barakat. Is he here?' I demanded, shaking in fear.
'Yes, sir. Are you family?'
'Boyfriend, that's his Aunt.' I carelessly tossed my arm in the direction of Helen before following the nurse through the maze of corridors.
We were lead through various wards before entering the section that looked far more serious than I liked. All the staff seemed more on edge and the technology in use looked very complex compared to the simple stitch-and-go I was hoping to see. The tall blonde nurse abruptly stopped and forced a smile at us, I knew there was something terribly wrong.
'Mr Barakat was caught in a fight. According to witnesses, he tried to make peace. The bullet did miss the intended victim but instead, unfortunately, hit him. What you can see here, through this glass, is them operating. If you'd like to take a seat just there a member of staff will alert you as soon as anything else happens. Okay?'
I nodded, stumbling back into the uncomfortable chair I was subjected to by the nurse. A matter of metres away, the love of my life lay on a bed in an operating theatre. A bullet deep in his arm, he lay unconscious as they tried to remove it. I could barely breathe as the thought of him being shot - the thought of him being the hero, as usual - played out over and over again in my head. It was just like back at our old school when he defended Maggie, he was literally scared of nothing. I'd never felt so much fear, pride and heartbreak all at once before in my life.
'He'll be okay,' said Helen quietly into her clasped hands.
'I hope so,' I replied, trying to hide my tears.
It all happened so fast. One minute I was nursing a mug of Hot Chocolate whilst watching television and the next I was trying to understand the whimpering of Helen who had just ran into the living room.
'Helen, calm down. Just breathe,' I told her, hands on her shoulders as I tried to relax the distressed little woman who stood on front of me.
'I- the- we need to-' she stumbled on every word, tears streaming down her beautiful old face. I brushed her hair to one side and gave her a light kiss on the cheek before removing one hand to get my phone and call Jack. Unusually, it rang out.
'He won't- he's can't-' I began to worry, had something happened to Jack?
'Is it Jack? What's happened?' I tried to stay calm but fear became obvious in my voice.
'There was a gun and he- stop the bulle- they said that-' with every word she cried my heart rate increased. It became clear that something had happened to Jack, something bad.
I rushed Helen into the car and drove her to the hospital. I tumbled in the direction of the desk and threw myself against it. Helen was close behind but was unable to keep up my pace.
'Jack, Jack Barakat. Is he here?' I demanded, shaking in fear.
'Yes, sir. Are you family?'
'Boyfriend, that's his Aunt.' I carelessly tossed my arm in the direction of Helen before following the nurse through the maze of corridors.
We were lead through various wards before entering the section that looked far more serious than I liked. All the staff seemed more on edge and the technology in use looked very complex compared to the simple stitch-and-go I was hoping to see. The tall blonde nurse abruptly stopped and forced a smile at us, I knew there was something terribly wrong.
'Mr Barakat was caught in a fight. According to witnesses, he tried to make peace. The bullet did miss the intended victim but instead, unfortunately, hit him. What you can see here, through this glass, is them operating. If you'd like to take a seat just there a member of staff will alert you as soon as anything else happens. Okay?'
I nodded, stumbling back into the uncomfortable chair I was subjected to by the nurse. A matter of metres away, the love of my life lay on a bed in an operating theatre. A bullet deep in his arm, he lay unconscious as they tried to remove it. I could barely breathe as the thought of him being shot - the thought of him being the hero, as usual - played out over and over again in my head. It was just like back at our old school when he defended Maggie, he was literally scared of nothing. I'd never felt so much fear, pride and heartbreak all at once before in my life.
'He'll be okay,' said Helen quietly into her clasped hands.
'I hope so,' I replied, trying to hide my tears.
Notes
Self harm urges suck, huh?! Wish they never existed.Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Also, I hope everyone is doing well. Thanks for all the support :) <3
yes sequel Ima go read it now :D <3
5/18/13