“Leave that shit to me for now Walker.”
Ray turned then and saw the expression on his face. Would’ve almost stopped grinning through the numb shots in her abdomen if her gaze hadn’t shifted from him. To those amber eyes that were glaring into hers. She was here, smiling with blood splattered on her face while he was there, his eyes ablaze as he crossed the room and ran in her direction,
“You,” he snarled softly, and she raised a brow, the smile dropping from her face, "You're fine.Are you insane?Why the hell would you mouthrunas if you were going to die? Scared theshitout of me."
Ray shrugged innocently and barely hid her wince at the sudden movement.
He glared and opened his mouth to say something. Her brows scrunched in confusion, her hands suddenly limp at her sides as she tilted her head,
“What did you say?” she asked, only to realize that she was saying the words too slowly. She blinked, but even that movement seemed to slow. Everything around her blurred and came back into focus within a second. She heard wisps of Angel’s voice seep through the abrupt haze in her mind,
Storm?
Ray blinked and looked back, her movements too slow for her to decipher. She still smiled though and saw those amber eyes widen with slight panic,
“Right,” she breathed a bit too heavily. There was too less of oxygen in her lungs, too little of everything, she realized as she stumbled back, “I was about to tell you–”
She exhaled sharply but pointed to the knife buried in the side of her abdomen.
Through the haze of her mind, she heard a mutter of harsh words as sudden warm hands touched her skin. But it was too hot. Too cold at the same time. Couldn’t breathe.
Ray gasped, “I might’ve gotten stabbed,” her words mumbled a bit dumbly.
And then Angel’s hands were on her cheeks, pulling her face close to his. She saw his wide amber eyes dart around, his panicked state as he pulled all her weight on him and yelled out something to someone behind him. Ray’s head slumped on his shoulder as she breathed heavily.
“Don’t fucking close your eyes.” Angel’s words were right in her ear, but the ringing was too loud.
Too deafening.
Ray groaned when Angel pulled her closer and continued speaking in that soft voice of his,
“This is going hurt.” He said and pulled away from her by an inch, “Fuck Ray, you could’ve told someone. I’m going to pick you up now, okay?”
Ray was going to sob. The pain was too much, if that knife moved even by an inch she was going to scream.
“Hey, hey, Ray.Ray?”
Words were somewhere closer than she wanted them to be. Her eyes shuttered open and she heard Angel’s relieved exhale as she looked up at him,
“Stop acting like you give a shit.” She slurred her words together, and she could swear she heard his wet laugh as he put a hand under her knees and one behind her shoulders.
“Scream when I pick you up storm.” He said softly and her brows scrunched through the haze of her mind, “I want you to blow out my fucking eardrums, I don’t care. Just scream and keep screaming and keep talking. Do you understand me?”
“God,” Ray spat, her mind out of her control, “Justdoit already.”
Angel didn’t hesitate. And nor did the gods' damned knife in her body. An excruciating shot of pain washed all over her and Ray’s body bowed of its own accord, a wretched scream leaving her tongue as Angel ran forward.
She screamed again, agonizing pain washing everywhere.
“I told you.” He said above her, and Ray groaned out loud again, her hands limp on her sides. Her body was getting weak, but she was determined to get through it. Even if it meant she’d have to argue with a stupid boy her entire life.
“ShutupSantos.” she breathed, and Angel huffed out above her,
“I’m saving your life Storm.” He said and she groaned out loud, “You could be a least bit thankful.” He murmured before bending lightly to sit inside. He didn’t adjust her at all. Just held her the way she was as the car door shut and they zoomed off.
“Is she alright?” Kyle’s voice was like a headache that would never go away.
“Fuck off Larsen.”
