Anna walked down the street looking around. She was happy. Skipping down her home street in a bright green skirt with a white top, a slight bit of rain in the air. Rainy Seattle, she loved it. Good to be home. Good to be back out West. She was pretty sure she hated Massachusetts. Why couldn't she have gone to a local school? Somewhere where the classes were easier at least. Felt nice to cool her head for a little while, she'd been giving school so much work the past few weeks, it was killing her. She didn't even time to sleep well, let alone take a break to write or anything.

She didn't want to go into the hospital. Her dad would probably try and 'show her off' to everyone else. He'd do that. He was so proud of her. Which was good, she liked that, but it was embarrassing too. She-

Anna's heart stopped when she heard the gun shots ripping through the air. She jumped back, seeing the guns sticking out the side of the window tearing into the hospital. A hospital? Why would someone do a drive by on a hospital? Everyone was running, screaming, she didn't know what to do.

A strange man, dark hair, dark clothes ran towards her, running away. The shooters were gone, and it looked like a bullet had ripped into his shoulder. He didn't look like a nice man, or one she wanted to talk to, but the hospital was right there, he was running the wrong way.

"Stop!" she yelled jumping in front of him. "Don't run away you've got to get that looked at. Here," she grabbed his shoulder holding pressure against the bullet hole, "That'll slow the bleeding, lets go inside."

__________________