Jason's POV

"Even though this is way too soon, I love you too Jason McCann. It may be love in a friendship way, but if you do wake up... I will try to love you, the way you love me." She whispered pecking my lips, oh so gently.

That's all I remember before everything went completely black.

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Malarie's POV

"NO! We're not taking him to the hospital-we can't. We're fucking criminals for Christ sake." Alex frustratingly screamed, putting on a jacket. Along with the rest of the guys, changing alongside an empty rode.

Yes. The guys all made it... some of them have been shot. But not as bad as Jason. We all escaped through a tiny door inside the safe room. That tiny door surprisingly led to an underground tunnel, which led us to the roads. I was so shocked when I saw that easy escape route. It was way better, and bad ass than mine.

Oops I just cursed. Well Jason can't hear me, so oh well.

"Alex your brother is going to die if you don't!" I screamed from the backseat, holding Jason's bloody body in my arms.

Yes, Jason is very much alive. Ryan assured me of it. He said that he was just passed out. He has a small pulse, and if we don't get him medical help fast. He will for sure die.

"Look bitch don't tell me nothing about my brother. It's your fault he's shot, it's your fault we all are on the radar again! So please shut your damn trap, for once!" Alex shouted, getting into the car. Driving off very fast.

"Please Alexander, he's going to die. I don't want him too, and I'm sure you all don't want that either." I whispered, looking pleadingly to Cal. I guess he got the memo, because he spoke to Alex and the rest of the guys.

"Look man, Mal's right. And although the cops were called, we can't blame her. We have to take him to the hospital right now." Cal spoke with a hurt in his voice. "For your brother, and our friend, dude." He added, looking at him through the rear view mirror.

"Fine. Somebody GPS the closest hospital in our area." He complied, picking up more pace with his driving.

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We drove in silence the whole time, while driving fiercely to the nearby hospital. With me constantly, checking Jason's heartbeat. I even made Cal hold down onto Jason's wound firmly. I nearly had a heart attack when Cal fell asleep... letting go of Jason's stomach!

Gosh my Cal Pal is sleep prone, and awkward.

"We are here, what do we do?" Alex probed nervously, looking to the backseat. I shrugged, looking down at Jason in my lap.

I really don't know. If they all go in, surely cops will be called. And if I go in, I'll be rescued. I mean that's what I want, but I can't leave Jason like this. I won't leave him like this.

"Pull your hoods over your faces a-and lets go." I suggested, unbuckling my seatbelt. "Uh I'll get some help." Cal said, pulling his hood over his head tightly. I nodded along with the other guys.

"We're going to get you some help now." I whisper in his ear, kissing his pale cheek lightly. "They're going to see his face Malarie. And you know what else? They're not going to care about my brother. They'll be happy he's hurt, and they'll let him die." Alex spoke almost crying, through his tightly gritted teeth.

"No they're not! Stay positive." I shouted, looking right at his face. We both were cut off by a running Cal, along with doctors behind him. "Hurry he's in here." Cal yelled out of breath.

The doctors quickly rushed to my side of the car. I swung my door open, lifting Jason up a bit. Making grabbing him a bit easier for them.

"Oh my, Gary, Stan, help me lift him on the gurney." One doctor said, waving the other doctors over.

They quickly took him inside the emergency room, with me and the guys following quickly behind. I am so happy they had extra clothes and hats in the trunk of that car. I couldn't imagine the looks on the people's faces, seeing nine bloody and wounded men... with me.

"Um you all have to stay out here, is that okay?" Another doctor working with Jason asked us. We all sadly nodded, walking to the waiting area.

We took our seats, trying to keep our faces covered. Although, not trying to be too obvious. I set in between Alex and a Cal. I couldn't help but hear Alex praying, while tapping his foot up and down rapidly.

"Is there anyone here, for the young man that just came in?" A woman asked from the front of the waiting room. "Uh I-we are." Alex responded nervously. She walked over giving us a weak smile.

"I need you to fill out some information please. We already took him into  emergency surgery. We couldn't wait for paperwork to be filled out." She informed us, handing over a clipboard with several sheets of paperwork, for Alex to fill out.

Alex began to fill out the paper, while I leaned over and watched. There were lots of questions which, needed to be answered and signed. But Alex did it anyway. I also noticed he put down an address, but not the mansion address.

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"Uh, I'm about get something to eat, y'all want something?" Cal got up, asking us. I shook my head. "Nah man, I'm good." Alex responded, handing the clipboard back to the nurse.

She took the clipboard, giving us all a small smile before walking off, back to her nurse's station. I guess to type the information into the computer.

"I'll go with you." Chris got up, along with Moe following behind. "Be safe, there's cameras and guards all over this damn place." Malcom warned them, they nodded their heads and headed off.

The emergency room was very crowded tonight. So the gang was on high alert. I also kept getting scolded and threated by Alex. He kept telling me not to leave or run away. He really thinks I'm going to leave Jason like this? He must be crazy. I have ran before, though never when it was something this traumatic.

"Alex, how many times did I say I wasn't going to leave?" I whispered yelled, causing the other guys to snicker. "I got to keep checking. You're known for not listening." He gave me a firm look, laying his head back, closing his eyes.

I moved slightly and he gripped my wrist firmly. Just staring daggers into me. I scoffed, rolling my eyes, getting more comfortable in my chair. But quickly winced at pain in my arm.

"Ouch! Ow, owie." I cried out, holding my shoulder blade. That now started seeping through the black hoodie I was wearing. "What's wro- fuck you're still shot." Alex touched the hoodie, looking at the blood on his hands.

"Fuck, come on let's get you some help." He got up, and gently pulled me into his side.

Dang. I forgot I was hurt as well. I was so busy worrying about Jason, I forgot about myself.

"Look, just say you were at a party and shots were fired. Please?" He looked down at me pleadingly. I nodded my through the pain, walking to the nurse's station. With Alex holding my weight up, due to me wobbling. This pain is unbearable. "Er hey, we forgot to tell you my sister had been shot as well." Alex spoke to the nurse that help us earlier.

"Oh my goodness. Come on, come to the back." She gestured me to a wheelchair. I happily took it.

She wheeled me through the corridors, to an empty room. Alex nicely helped me on the bed. I lie down down, taking in the white walls and weird hospital smell.

"Will you put this gown on over your jeans please? Your brother can step out into the hallway." She motioned for him to get up. He nodded getting up, but not before giving me those eyes.

I tried to take off my sweater, but I just screeched in agonizing pain. The nurse quickly came to my rescue and helped me. She widened her eyes at me.

"I know it's bloody and ugly." I weakly looked at the hole in my arm. "N-no, you're M-Malarie Dawson." She looked at me, not believing her vision. "I knew y-you looked familiar... it's me Dayna." She shook slightly, as I tried to figure out who she was.

"Dayna? I don't know a Dayna. Please don't tell anyone right now." I pleaded, through pants. "Yeah it's me. I'm your cousin on your dad's side. What are you doing here with those guys? Did they hurt you? I'm calling your family." She tried walking pass me, but I pulled her back by her arm. Which caused me more pain.

"Please don't, you don't understand." I spoke through gritted teeth. "Oh I do understand, they kidnapped you Malarie. Don't you miss your family? Do you even remember me?" She asked folding her hands over her chest.

"Oh yes I remember you. My adoptive dad introduced us before. I do miss them with everything. Dayna you can't tell anybody, please. It's a life or death situation here." I pleaded with her, with all of me. Before she could respond, a knock on the door sounded. Followed by Alex pocking his head in. "Are you done?" He asks looking at me, I quickly covered myself, nodding.

Dayna scoffed, walking out the room. Not before I tugged her arm once more. "Please Dayna, I don't want anyone hurt." She hesitantly nodded, waking out the room. I slowly turned around, to a pissed looking Alex clenching his fist. "What the fuck did you tell her?" He whispered yelled.

"I told her nothing, she recognized me for one. And two, she's my adoptive cousin." I shrugged him off, clutching my arm. "Shit. Shit. Shit." He paced, putting his head in his hands.

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Two hours passed, and Jason was still in surgery. I on the other hand was okay. Luckily for me my bullet went straight through... not shattering or damaging anything. I had to get admitted- which I hated. Dayna kept her promise of not telling, or notifying anyone. But under one condition. She wanted to know if they were treating me right. I answered all I could, minus the sexual abuse. I was too embarrassed to own up to it.

Alex had also spoken a few words to her as well. I think he's the reason she hasn't told. I am currently in my hospital bed, watching my IV fluids drip from the bag. Mesmerized as the droplets, make their way into my body. Or maybe I'm just a bit high off of the pain medication. Ryan and Alex are also here with me. The others rented a motel of some sort. Since they are still on the run. Every now and then, Alex would find out the status on Jason. But Dayna would simply say he's still in surgery or still in the Operating Room.

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Jason's POV

Blackness. Completely and utterly darkness. I don't know where I am, I hope my baby is okay. I miss her so much. I miss her touch, I miss her smell, and her kisses. Baby come back to me.

"Pass me the scalpel." I hear someone say. What the hell. "Scalpel." A woman voice spoke, handing over this so called scalpel.

What's going on? I can't see shit, but I can hear voices.

You're in the in between.

"Why the fuck do you mean the in between?" I spoke instead of speaking in my head.

You're stuck between living or dying.

"Wait what?" I'm dead?" I asked panicking all over the place.

I didn't give the voices in my head time to respond. I quickly ran in the darkness, holding my hands out to anything I came in contact with. I ran and ran, but I never came across anything or anyone. It was like I was running and there was no end or stopping.

"Is this hell?" I speak out loud, squinting my eyes to see through the darkness.

No Jason, I just said it's the in between.

"But why can't I see- AHHH!" I was cut off mid sentence, by excruciating pain in my side. I clutched onto my stomach for dear life. I dropped to my knees when I felt tugging and pulling. "Ahh it hurts!" I shout painfully, as I lie in a ball on the ground.

"Turner... Turner, pass me the suction he's loosing blood." A person yelled frantically.

Blood? What blood? I don't feel any blood.

Fight it Jason, you're slipping away.

Or you going to die like a little bitch?

You can give up and go.

"Ahh someone help me. It hurts so damn bad." I screamed, hoping someone would hear me.

No one can hear you Jason. Keep fighting!

You're all alone you worthless piece of shit! Just die already.

Or stay alive and kill people for pleasure.

I clutched onto my head, squeezing tightly. I am too overwhelmed by all this talking. The voices in my head, and the other voices I didn't recognize. It's all making me shake frantically. I just hope these new voices will be nicer than the ones I have now. Well, I have one voice that's nice. That's the one who tells me to love and be kind to others. The others they're the ones who tell me to kill and hurt people. Especially my Malarie-they don't like her that much. They tell me to hurt, and cause pain to her.

"Hand me the clamp Doctor Reed." A doctor asks, frantically. "I'm in a hospital?" I asked breathlessly, still on the ground clutching my abdomen.

Yes you are, Jason. And you're doing so well. Malarie and the guys are waiting for you to get better.

"My Malarie. Is she okay? I-I didn't mean to shoot her... did she get checked out." I rambled on nervously.

Calm down Jason. She is fine, she's in the hospital. She's in pain but she's all patched up now.

Cause more pain to her. She's the reason you're in here.

Do something crazy and wild!

"No I won't hurt her any-"

"Reed!! He's loosing way to much blood. We're loosing him... hand me the clear. His heart is not beating! God his heart stop beating" I hear the voices yell, soon I'm seeing black once again.

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- Chapter 14!! I am sorry it's shorter than my usual!

- Alexis -