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The truck Luke was driving stopped in a halt as our bodies jerked forward. I held onto Hazel's body and tightened my grips around her shoulder and thighs. I jumped out of the truck and ran to the emergency room, still holding her in my arms. I would never ever let her go until she was in a safe place.

Calum was running beside me as both of us was shouting for help in the emergency room and the immediate response from the workers there that I was grateful enough. A few people were pointing towards our direction and some had phones in their hands, readying themselves to take a picture.

As much as I loved to talk to them, now was totally not the right time, especially when you have your life dangling in your own arms. I ignored the squeals and laid Hazel on the stretcher as the nurses rolled her away from me into the 'red light' sign room. I dashed to the doors but was held back by two male nurses.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but you can't get in there," one of them said with a calm voice and I grunted loudly. I tried not to make any awful scene, but I couldn't help to glare at the one who spoke. He seemed a little scared, but his grip didn't loose at all.

I sighed and pulled my hair in frustration before pacing around the small emergency room with Calum sitting in a chair, staring up at me worriedly. Luke and my backup took Shane and his gang to our secret place where the ones needed to be killed were murdered. My mind started asking myself a few questions that I was terrified what the answers would be.

The look on her pale, smeared with blood face popped into my head and my stomach churned, terrified. Will she survive? My body tensed and my sweats dropped on my forehead. I would never forgive myself if she didn't. She is my life. I would give up everything just to make sure she survived.

Will she forgive me? That question felt like someone was stabbing me continuously right where my heart was placed. Her heart. It was where her heart was placed the bullet went through. Shane was going to get through Hell for getting her in this condition. It was her heart that he aimed.

That bastard. He knew I loved her, he knew it would break me if she did not survive. He thought I would go on my knees to make him the best criminal. I thought for a moment. I sighed deeply. I would do anything for Hazel; but I would protect her at all cost without needing to get on my knees, especially to him.

I pulled my hair again in frustration and my anger was replaced as I punched the wall hard enough. I bit my lower lip to stop myself from letting out a scream. It hurt so badly, but the innocent girl inside the room was experiencing something she never had to if it wasn't for me. I rested my forehead against the wall. I didn't realize I was crying until a few drops of tears fell onto the white tiles.

A hand was placed on my shoulder, caressing them with comfort. Calum's deep voice echoed in the room, "Ja—" I glanced at him with warning look and he immediately corrected himself. "Justin, she will be alright."

I turned my whole body to face him and inquired with a low voice, "And how would you know that, Cal? She is fighting herself to live in there and it was all because of me!" I wiped my tears with one hand and waited for his response.

He sighed deeply as he rubbed his chubby face with both hands. "I'm not sure, but I know one thing about her when I met her the first time."

I waited for him in eager to continue as he did, "She never give up on anything easily. She never had, and this is her life we are talking about. She will fight for herself, even if it is the last thing she's ought to do."

He gave me a concerned look as I grunted under my breath. I knew he was correct, although the last sentence teared me up bad. Even if it is the last thing she's ought to do. "But I won't be able to live knowing she won't be somewhere in this world, breathing anymore," my chest tightened when I said those words out loud.

I couldn't even keep those tears to myself and this was the first time since my dad left my mother that Calum had seen me crying this hard. He gestured for a hug and I gave in, knowing I needed someone to hold me so badly. It was then I realized that Luke still wasn't around. Weird I must say, because he told me he would be here anytime after sending off the backup to the place with Shane and his gang which was an hour ago. He should have been here already.

"Where is Luke?" I pulled away from the hug enough to see Calum's face. He creased his thick eyebrows, but he seemed a little tense. I inquired out of curiosity, my voice was hoarse from crying, "Are you okay? Where is he?"

"He—" Calum thought deeply before shaking his head a few times. "Luke has something to tell you. He is probably really nervous about it." Calum didn't look at me in the eyes when he said that and I grew even more anxious than I was. A part of me wished what my conscious said was not true. He could not be, could he?

He could not be in love with Hazel, could he? My chest tightened at the thought. Before I could ask anything, the doors to Hazel's opened and I turned around immediately with concern written all over my tired face. I just left my show thirty minutes before it should have ended and have gone through a lot just for one night.

I was pretty tired, but I knew myself too much to know that I will never sleep until I get the latest information about my Hazel; a good one hopefully. The doctor had a female nurse at his side as he looked between me and Calum before speaking.

"Which one of you guys is Hazel Green's family?" He longed his eyes on me and I already knew it was because of my familiarity. I nodded my head with my heart beating even faster than it was. He sighed, "We were able to save her."

I was still not convinced because he looked like he had a bad news along with him, too. And as I thought, he did. "But," he paused. I grew impatient more and more. "Her left ventricle was slightly injured and it affected her condition badly. It was good enough that she survived through the operation for the bullet removal because of severely injured heart, but it affected her brain instead."

My heart stopped for a moment when he continued with a look of pity, "I'm sorry, but she is in a comma now."

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Hello, my little monkey babies. Thank you for supporting me a lot. ❤️

DESPACITO IS STILL MY JAM AND IM THE ONE OMG KILL ME.

17th of May, 2017.