Eve POV

My hands are shaking furiously now and my body is in complete shock from what just happened.

I keep applying pressure to Harry's bullet wound and look over to John who looks confused. "What am I doing here?" He asks making my eyebrows furrow. His brown eyes look at me then to Harry. "Did I shoot him?" 

"Yes," I say angrily. I take my phone out of my pocket and attempt to dial 9-1-1. My fingers are trembling while pressing the two numbers. I press my phone against my ear and wait for them to answer. 

"9-1-1 what's your emergency?" I hear a woman's voice say sweetly.

"Hi, um my husband has been s-shot," I say through shaky breaths.

"What's your address ma'am?" She asks me.

I give her the address and she tells me they'll be here very soon. I put my phone beside me and look down to Harry who looks more tired. "Are you in pain?" I ask. "That's a stupid question, don't answer that," I say.

I glare over to John who looks scared and confused. "I-I don't know why I'm here," John says through a shaky voice.

"Well, you said you wanted to take me," I repeat what he said a few minutes ago. "You don't remember coming here at all?" I ask while swallowing the lump in my throat. I keep putting pressure to Harry's chest. 

"No, all I remember is taking a shower," He pauses. "Wait, what month is it? I just got out of jail, right?" My face heats by his sentence and my head shakes. 

"No, it's been two years since you got out, almost three," I answer in a low voice.

John starts shaking his head and his eyes look welled up from where I am. "They m-made me do this. They keep making me do these things," He says through tears.

"Is they the voices?" I ask timidly. He nods while covering his hand with his mouth.

His brown eyes look to the gun in his hand, then he looks to me. "I'm sorry I keep hurting you, Eve. I never wanted to in the first place," John's voice cracks. His shaky hand pulls the gun up and points it at himself.

Those are the last words he says before putting the gun to his head and pulling the trigger. I close my eyes by the sound and flinch. 

I don't look at John's lifeless body, I just look to Harry. "How are you feeling?" I ask. 

"Tired," He fidgets in my hold. 

"I could've went with him," I say in a low voice.

"Either way he was going to shoot me, Eve," Harry says in a murmur. His green eyes look into mine. "Aren't you glad we signed those contracts years ago?" A crooked smile goes on his pale lips. I shake my head.

"We're not going to talk like you're dying," I say while holding his hand. "Because you're not," 

"Okay," He lets out a small sigh. "But uh, tell Avery I-"

"You're not dying," I cut him off. My eyes are stinging with tears. 

"Eve-" His head tilts a little on my lap. 

"I refuse to let you die," I say causing him to chuckle. I lean down and kiss his forehead. I keep applying pressure, but I push too hard causing him to groan. The bullet shot is near his heart, which makes me more emotional. "I'm sorry this happened to you," I say with a quivering lip.

"It's not your fault," His voice seems more low and tired sounding. "I think in my proposal I said I would take a bullet for you anyways. Who knew I was predicting our future?" I shake my head and close my eyes. 

"This is my fault," I mutter under my breath.

"I'm not blaming you, Eve," He says in a soft voice. "I'm going to take a nap," 

"No, you're going to keep you eyes open until the ambulance comes, okay?" I say. His green eyes look exhausted and soft. He coughs a little making my heart being to pound roughly. 

"A small nap," Harry says tiredly. His once rosy cheeks look a bit paler and I shake my head.

"Keep your eyes open Harry," I say with welled up eyes. My voice is low sounding but serious.

He doesn't say anything, he just gently squeezes my hand then closes his eyes. That's when I begin to break down. 

"Where the fuck are they?!" I say loudly. I bite my trembling lip and look to Harry's bullet wound. My shirt is covered with blood and so are my hands. I shake my head and look back to my husband who I assume, passed out. 

I close my eyes and feel a sob leave my lips.

***

The ambulance came fifteen minutes after Harry passed out. 

I sit in the hospital waiting room, just staring around. It's been hours since they took him back, so I'm just waiting. My jeans are covered in blood as well as part of my tank top. My hands are still shaky and all I picture in my head Harry on my lap looking more and more tired. 

I called Liam once I got here. He was the only one I could manage to call. Him and Sophia went to visit his parents today, he told me. But, he said he'd be at the hospital asap. I called him a half an hour ago I believe. 

My breaths are still uneven and every time I think about Harry my eyes sting with fresh tears. I look next to me when I see Liam sit down beside me. Sophia is on the other side of my body, and I just look to my lap with my trembling hands on it. Liam's eyes looked scared and worried. 

"Have they told you anything?" He asks me in a timid voice.

"No," I answer in a low voice. My fingers fidget on my lap and I try to distract my brain. 

"Where's Avery?" Liam asks in a soft voice.

"At my Dad's. I'm supposed to pick her up at six thirty," I say in a mumble. All I can think about is Harry and how I hope he didn't die in my arms. 

"It's eight o'clock now," He says in a low voice. I just continue to stare straight. 

"I'll uh call m-my Dad. I'll be ri-right back," I stammer. I stand up from my seat and walk away. I head to the bathroom close by and lock the door behind me. I press my back against the door and close my eyes. My whole body feels numb. 

I run my tired hand through my hair and lick my dry lips. I walk towards the mirror and look at myself. My eyes look tired and bloodshot. I see some blood on my neck, probably from my hands. 

I take out my phone and see some missed calls from my Dad. I dial his number with my hand that doesn't have blood on it, and wait for him to answer.

"Hey, Eve," He says in a happy voice.

"Hi," I answer. "Um, is Avery allowed to stay there tonight?" I ask with burning eyes. I bite my lip that starts to tremble.

"Uh," He pauses. "At nine I took a shift at the auto shop," I close my eyes and nod. "Everything alright?" 

"Um," Saying the words out loud again always causes me to break down. "H-Harry," I pause and swallow the lump in my throat. "Harry got s-shot, s-so I'm at the ho-hospital now," I manage to say. I bite my lip after I say those words.

"He got shot?" I hear him exclaim. "By who? John?" 

"Yeah," I say. "I-I can go pi-pick her up," 

"No, don't worry about it. I'll watch her, okay? Keep me posted about Harry, sweetie," My eyes are throbbing with tears and the flashback of Harry's eyes closing keeps replaying in my head, causing me to feel sick.

"Will do," I answer. "T-Thanks," I say.

We soon end our call, and I go wash my hands. Looking at the blood from my husband on my hands and under my nails makes me sick.

When I return to the waiting room I see Sophia and Liam talking. They stop when I arrive. "I uh, called Daren. I assumed you wanted one of your brothers here," Liam says to me. I give a small smile to him and wipe my tired eyes. 

Sophia hands me over a blanket that she bought for me. I take it out of her hands and look to my lap. A sob breaks from my lips and she pulls me into her chest. 

I just want to know how he's doing already.

A://N

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