liah

This Means War

I nodded, my face in the crook of my arm as I tried to hide the tears. "I'm alright." I huffed. After a few moments, my eyes met Sam's, then Spencer's. "Thank you... Again. For saving my life and fixing my leg." I wiped my face again. I felt like such a big baby. I should be able to handle this. It was just a bullet wound to the thigh. Right? I looked down at my lap, wondering if they felt as tired as I looked.
"There's a uh- a bag over there that I grabbed. I don't know what's in it, but it might be another shirt or something." I mentioned, knowing he'd need one since his was soaked in my blood. "Probably should've said something about it earlier."

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Spencer put his hands in the air and I sighed relief. I nodded at his apology, letting him know that 'it's okay'. I knew he was just doing what he needed to do.
Soon after, Sam added more pressure to my leg.
"Ooof!" Spencer lay across me, trying to keep me still. "Spencer" My voice was angry and in pain. "Get off!" I yelled, still kicking my legs. I knew I had to be still, but it hurt too much. It was a reaction and I didn't mean to do it. It just happened.
Sam put more pressure on my leg and I cringed, a spell of dizziness overcoming me as a few more tears rolled down my cheeks. This time I couldn't wipe them away. I gasped, taking a deep breath as Sam went to work. Letting out pained cries whenever even the slightest pressure was applied to my leg.

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"I know." I replied, knowing this was definitely going to be painful. I braced myself, wincing as Spencer lifted my leg to tie the belt around it. Once they both looked at each other, I knew what was about to happen. It was like they mentally counted to three before they both did what they had to do. I tried to ignore the pain by biting down on my cheek, but as soon as he tied the belt, the pressure came. I couldn't help but scream and jerk my leg. "Wait, wait, stop! Stop!" A few tears rolled down my face. I quickly wiped them away, hoping the boys couldn't see. Fistfuls of grass found their way into my hands as Sam and Spencer went to work. "Stop!" I begged this time.

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The look on Sam's face told me exactly how bad things actually were. I felt like I was blacking out. He held my shaky hand up to my mouth and for a moment, I struggled before I was able to push down on the button. The spray released and I was hardly able to breath it down. I couldn't. I pushed down again, inhaling with all my might, letting the medicine wrap itself around my lungs that so desperately needed it. I didn't feel any different. I repeated the process two more times; pushing the button, inhaling, exhaling, repeat. Dropping the inhaler in my lap, I took some deep breaths, trying to get my breathing back under control. My vision returned to normal and I closed my eyes.
"Thank you." My voice was almost audible again. "Sorry 'bout that." I ran a hand down my face, feeling more embarrassed than anything.

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I shook my head 'no'. "I-" I wheezed out, shaking my head. "breatheee." I swung my legs in front as best as I could, nodding to my thigh. My whole pant leg was almost covered in blood. Far more than I thought. I looked up at Spencer and gripped the front of his shirt. Did he know where Sam and the others were? "In...haler...." I managed out. "Please." I let go of his shirt, placing my hand on my chest. I was losing my grip on reality. I saw two Spencer's, then one. My eyes were begging to flutter. I was fighting to keep them open.

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I absolutely needed my inhaler. I couldn't go on with out it. I pushed forward off of the tree I was leaning on, falling on my stomach and knocking the little bit of wind I had left, out of me. My vision was beginning to get blurry. From where I lay, I began scooting towards what I thought to be my inhaler. Every inch I moved sending excruciating pain through my entire leg. I winced, barely able to cry out as I began to make my way towards my inhaler. I was so far yet so close. I continued on, crawling and scooting, trying not to hurt myself than anymore possible. I wheezed, barely able to exhale any breath I had in me. I couldn't go on anymore. I couldn't breathe. Looking up again, I saw two people who had on Tilerian uniforms. Sam and Spencer? It had to be them.
"Saaaam." I croaked. I had no clue if he could hear me. "Sam!" A raspy whisper escaped from my lips.

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I tried to exhale as quietly as I could. I didn't know how far away the soldiers were from me, but I needed to breathe. I was suffocating on my own breath. I felt like my lungs were on fire. They burned for air; craved it, and so did I.
BANG! I heard a gunshot not too far from me. Afterwards, four more followed. Then silence. A bone chilling silence filled the air that was simply too hard to ignore. It sent chills up my spine.
'Oh no.' I thought. 'What if it was Sam or The Siblings?'
"Was that one of our guys?" One of the soldiers said..
"Good, they must've got the fugitives. Let's head back and collect the bodies. We'll go back to camp afterwards." The woman said.
With that, footsteps could be heard racing towards the opposite way of the gunshots. They were going the wrong way? It didn't matter to me. Perhaps they were taking a shortcut. I just needed them gone. Once I figured they were out of sight, I scooted out from under the bushes and let out a deep breath. Or rather wheeze. I reached into my pocket to grab my inhaler, but it wasn't there. It must've fallen out when I got shot. Or maybe when I was running? Then the sudden realization of me being shot sunk back in. I sat up against a tree and put pressure onto my thigh letting our a small cry of pain in the process. I had to be in the worst situation of us all. I had no clue where Sam or Spencer or any of the others were. I was all alone and probably dying. Or maybe I was being over dramatic. I just knew I couldn't breathe and it was really taking a toll on me.
"Where" I wheezed, "is it?" I was barely able to talk to myself. I scanned the area carefully from where I sat, spotting something white about fifty or so feet away from me. That had to be my inhaler. All I had to do was grab it. I pushed myself halfway off the ground before the pain in my leg caused my to cry out, falling back where I sat. I had no more adrenaline to keep me going.

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I huffed and puffed as I continued to run along. After what seemed liked forever, I made it through the thicket and into the dense brush. "I- I gotta... I gotta hide." I said to myself. I didn't know where Sam or The Siblings were. I didn't know if any soldiers were on my tail. And I didn't know if I would make it through this. I hobbled to the thickest part of the forest I could see and crawled through the bushes. I laid flat on my back and covered my mouth with the crook of my arm. Around me, leaves concealed me from the approaching Jaxlors. I couldn't see out and they definitely couldn't see in.
"She ran through here!" A man yelled. "She couldn't have gotten far! She's wounded!"
"Then find the skinny little brat!" A womans voice roared at her comrades.
I held my breath, waiting for them to go pass so I could let out the wheezes I was desperately trying to hold in. I had been shot, my asthma was acting up, and it was only a matter of time before one of them killed me. That or the Jaxlors.

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"I don't know where to go!" I shouted to anyone who was listening. I glanced behind me once more to see the Jeep speeding up. They were determined to get us. They'd catch up, capture us, or just kill us on the spot. I flinched, ducking and momentarily shielding my head as gunshots echoed through the trees.
"Look out!" One of the siblings shouted, "They're shooting at us!"
I pushed myself as hard as I could, running until I felt like my lungs were bleeding. The sound of guns being fired was endless.
Ahead of us, I could see a huge thicket. It would be a great place to hide or at least lose them for a bit.
"We can go through the thick-" I felt a sharp pain go through my thigh, burning and making my whole leg give out before me. I tumbled, crashing to the ground and dropping everything in my hands. I cried out in pain, writhing where I fell and grabbing my thigh. I've been shot.
"Shit." I looked down at my hands, blood oozing through the cracks of my fingers. My eyes grew wide at the sight. "Oh, shit!" This time I yelled. I'd been shot and the chance of me getting out of here alive was now very slim. But I wasn't going to give up. With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and bit the inside of my cheek as I mustered up the strength to get back onto my feet. I stumbled before grabbing whatever bags I had dropped and kept going. Each step sending excruciating pain through my body.
I breathed hard, letting stray tears stream down my cheeks as I tried power through. I fell every few or so steps, but I had to continue on. I couldn't die like this. Not here.

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"Well I hope he hurries. It'd suck if we had to put on a mini search party to find the kid." I half-joked. After a few minutes of waiting around, I could hear someone screaming something at us. I quickly stood up, scanning the trees for whoever was yelling.
"It's Spencer!" His sister pointed. "Oh my goodness this can't be good." She began to pick up some of the supplies.
"Run, run, run! Go! They've found us! Go!" Spencer shouted as he sprinted towards us. I looked at the others and they looked at me. We all knew what we had to do. Without a second thought, I picked up the nearest bag and began running as fast as my legs could take me. I looked over my shoulder to see Spencer pick up two bags and reach for a gun. Following behind him were at least fifteen people. Five of which were in a Jeep. The rest were on foot.
"We're doomed! They've got a Jeep!" I couldn't help but panic.