TAINTED | Zayn Malik

Chapter 28| Let the games begin pt 4

warning: mature content

Oh god....

She got shot.

More tears escaped as I watched her struggle, I reached forward and quickly grabbed her hand. She didn't hesitate to grab ahold of mine, squeezing it tightly as I held onto her. The last outcome was agonizing, disturbing the only peace of mind that I had left. It was enough to make me realize the outcome of this situation and how bad it can truly get. Not dawning on me that I was now included, there wasn't exactly a me and them. At this rate, we were all equal and there was targets on our very backs. Somehow, N'dra's target was hit way too soon and before there could even be a fight to help her. She gripped my hand as hard as she could, trying to release the pain by adding pressure elsewhere. Whenever someone had to include compressions on their hands, it meant only one thing. It was painful as fuck, the blood piling up and becoming a puddle in the middle of her stomach.

I did the only thing I could do, sliding her a bit closer and trying to contain myself as Zayn crushed me underneath his weight. Attention focused on the room and what was happening, I looked around in my concealed area hoping to find something just to plug in the wound to stop the bleeding until we could safely leave. But the way she was struggling for air, I knew that bullet hit a main artery and there was only one way to get out of this.

"Zayn..." I said lowly, hoping he could hear me. Knowing it wouldn't be possible, especially underneath this noise.

She gargled on the blood and I used my other hand, pressing down on the wound. Her eyes growing big as she struggled to breathe, her chest rumbling underneath my hands. I sobbed again, lifting up her head and arching her up in a half sitting position. I placed the other hand down again, using compressions to try and stop the bleeding.

"Zayn!!!!" I screamed out louder than I have, I felt him turn in my direction and freeze in his place. The sight probably looking such a mess, with me crying and holding a bloodied N'dra. It looked horrible from my eyes, God knows how it looked from anyone else's eyes.

I sobbed again, louder and not hiding my tears. "She's been shot, I- I need help." N'dra whined in my arms, going a bit limp as the blood oozed out of her mouth.

"FUCK!" He screamed out, bending down and scooping her up in his arms. I moved back and reached up, opening the door.

As soon as he got it opened, he made sure I got through first and I didn't hesitate to crawl out in the hallway, dodging the flying bullets and feeling to weak to stand. He threw her into my arms as the others saw and started aiming for Zayn, ducking behind the wall as I tried to protect both my and N'dra faces from the broken and chipped paint. The shredding of the wall, coming apart as everything went completely chaotic.