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In one moment I'm carrying Louis outside and in the next, I'm on the floor with Louis around me.

I push up in the sitting position, turning Louis so he's laying on his back. Blood is rushing out of the bullet wound fast, coating his T-shirt and the grass in red. I put my hands on his stomach, applying pressure.

"Louis! You dummy, why did you do that? Why —? Why?" I cry out, not bothering to wipe my tears.

"I love you," I hear him whisper as he smiles before closing his eyes.

"No! No! No! Louis, stay awake! Don't close your eyes! I love you. Please, don't fell asleep," I beg him as I kiss his face. I wipe my eyelid with my hand to get rid of the blurriness, smearing blood on my face. "Edward! Marcel! Anyone!"

"What is it Harry?" someone yells as I hear footsteps inside the house. I look to the entrance in time to see Marcel standing there in shock, looking between the guy laying in front of the door and me pushing on Louis' wound.

"Edward! Bring the keys we have to go!" he yells as he starts running to us, getting on his knees beside Louis' head, putting it on his lap.

"Louis? Louis! Wake up!"

"He pushed me out of the way," I whisper.

"Jackie, secure Diego! Do not let him escape!" I hear Edward say as he comes near us. He stops for a second, pale as he sees how much blood there is. He runs to the car but I don't follow him with my eyes. I look at Louis, he looks like he's just sleeping. In peace.

"Pick him up! We have to hurry," Edward panicky says as he stops with the car near us. Marcel and I carefully hold him and place him in the car backseat, him getting in with him so he can continue pressing on the wound. I sit in the passenger seat.

"I'm driving him to the nearest hospital."

"What do we say if they ask questions?"

"They won't. I'll make sure of it."

We've been waiting for hours. Still no words of Louis' condition. They have taken him to emergency surgery immediately when we stepped inside. I wanted to go further with them, to wait outside the surgery room, but they didn't let me.

I'm terrified. He had stopped breathing about halfway to the hospital. That was when I started sobbing and I'm still crying. Edward is pacing the waiting room and Harry is biting his nails.

"I can't be in here any longer. I'm going to hit Diego. Anyone wants with me?"

"I'm too concerned for doing that," Harry shakes his head.

"Marcel?"

"I'm going but I'll watch you beat him."

"Okay. Harry, please call if they say something."

"Of course. Edward? Make him pay."

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"Fuck!" Diego yells as Edward slams the hammer on his fingers. "You're enjoying this a bit too much, tiger."

"Don't call me that. And of course, I'm enjoying hurting the person who's responsible my boyfriend is in the hospital with a bullet wound and he might die."

"Calm down, tiger," he rolls his eyes. Edward hits him again and again, switching to his hands. He hits him everywhere, on his head, on the stomach, he cuts him...

My phone rings another hour later.

"Harry?" I answer.

"They stabilized him, he's in the ICU. They say he'll wake up soon but will be weak. We can see him once he wakes up."

I release a relieved breath. "We're on our way." I hang up.

"He's okay?"

"They stabilized him."

"Jackie, Adam, watch him."

"Yes, boss."

"By the way, did you bring Justin's sister to him?" he whispers so Diego doesn't hear him even though he looks like he's out of it.

"Yes, boss," Jackie answers.

"Good job, all."

"I'll drive," I say to Edward and then we are on our way to the car and, soon, to the hospital.

We meet with Harry in the waiting room. They still didn't let him in because Louis is sleeping. We sit together in silence until the doctor comes to tell us we can see him.

"Louis!" exclaim in happiness and hug him. He looks so fragile and delicate but strong and confident at the same time. He has vires and all that usual things connected to him.

"I was frightened. You stopped breathing," I say, tears in his eyes.

"I'm feeling better," he whispers. "I have to say something in case something happens."

"I refuse to think something will happen," Edward comments.

"I love you. All three of you."

"I love you too, Lou," I whisper.

"I love you," Edward admits.

"I also love you," Harry says smiling.

"That's nice to know," Louis giggles.

I leave to get rid of Justin around 21. Harry and Marcel are sleeping on the chairs in Louis' room. Jackie and Adam let me in with smirks on their faces, already prepared for getting rid of the body. They came to like Louis, as well as the other guys.

"Well, well, well. I assume the whore is good?"

"Don't call him that!" I hit him in the face. And I don't stop until he's bloody and barely able to communicate. I take my knife, making cuts over the cuts from before. Blood is all over the floor and my clothes. His whole body is covered in bruises, cuts, his fingers are broken and he has few stab wounds. "Last words?"

"Go to hell," he rasps out.

"I'm already there," I say and snap his neck. I exit the room. "You know what to do," I say to Jackie and Adam.

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"He's collapsing!" I hear someone shouting as I walk to Louis' room. The vibes in the corridor are hurried, sad and laced with adrenaline. I see Harry and Marcel standing outside Louis' room... No.

No.

"No," I whisper, letting the McDonald's bag with food I got for us fall on the floor and run towards them.

"Give me 10ml —" I hear nurses and doctors talking and screaming orders.

"What? What happened?"

"We don't know," cries Harry. "We were sleeping and then we heard the machine going off — that woke us up. Then we saw Louis shaking and having some kind of seizure, nurses already rushing in..."

"We had to get out," Marcel finishes.

"We're losing him!"

"Give me the defibrillator. Clear!"

"Not responding."

"Clear."

"Nothing."

The heart line on the machine is going beeping annoyingly in the same tone, indicating there isn't a heartbeat. "Clear." The line does a little jump and it seems like a stable heartbeat. It brings me hope but not even five seconds later, the line goes into a straight line.

"Again!"

I slid to the floor, my hands on my face. Tears stream down our faces as we helplessly watch the nurses and doctors trying to bring Louis back.

The line is still the same, sound monotone.

"We lost him."

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