Page 112 of Greased

“Fuck, she took two bullets.” One of the voices yells.

Someone else applies pressure to the bullet hole in my arm and I cry out again.

“Fucking cunt,” I yell as my world slowly comes back into focus.

Sonny is leaning over me, his face drained of colour but he attempts to smile as I look back at him. “There’s my girl. You stay awake for us okay,mi alma.”

I grit my teeth as the pressure on my leg gets tighter, “Fuck you, Sonny.”

He chuckles darkly, “That’s it baby, keep swearing at me.” He looks down at my body, his face blanching as he looks at someone in front of me. “Have any of youbastardoscalled the fucking doc yet?”

Someone mutters beside me but I don’t hear what they are saying as my hearing and vision start to buzz again.

“Fuck! She is losing way too much blood!”

“Scarlett.” A quiet voice begs from above me, I groan as I blink a few times, willing my vision to clear again.

Dacre has taken Sonny’s spot as he looks down at me.

“Hey, sweet boy,” I moan as another shockwave of pain travels through my body.

“Star, you keep your eyes open and focused on me okay?” he pleads with me. I try to nod but the movement causes me to cry out again.

“It's okay, baby. You just stay still. Let Dawson and Nicky staunch that bleeding until the doctor gets here okay.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

I hear the boys sigh in relief as I stop struggling and allow them to hold pressure to the bullet holes.

Tears stream down Dacre’s face as he looks down at my body.

“Sweet boy,” I mumble, immediately getting his attention. He looks down at me and one of his tears drops to my face, mixing with the tears streaming down my own.

“I love you, Dacre.”

He smiles, choking as more tears fall from his face.

“Of course, you would say those words in a moment like this,” he chuckles through the tears.

“I had to tell you,” I whisper, feeling the once unbearable pain slowly being numbed.

A cool calmness washes over me as I smile at him before looking at the man who is holding me.

Pike.

“I love you too, Pike.” He immediately starts shaking his head no.

“No, don’t you fucking dare Princess. I know what you are thinking and I refuse,” he chokes, shaking his head, “Our time isn’t over yet. We only just got you back and I’m not losing you.”

I smile at him, before turning my head to Nicky, Dawson and Sonny who are standing over me.

Three matching ghost white faces look down at me. Panic filled in each set of eyes.

“I love you threeso fucking much.”

Dawson shakes his head as he pushes tighter to my wound. I wish I could say I can feel the pain but all I feel is pressure. A loan tear rolls down his cheek.

“Don’t you dare go trying to utter a goodbye to us right now, Vixen. You aren’t done torturing us. I know you are desperate to see me on my knees before you and we can’t do that if you give up right now,” he says as another tear rolls down his cheek. “Don’t you dare give up.” He demands of me and I hold onto his words just as everything starts to go hazy around me.

How could I not confess my deepest feelings for them? They have haunted me for almost a year now. They’ve been stored away until the time was right. Right now is as good a time as any.

Delirium takes over as I continue muttering confessions. I don’t even know if I even make sense right now. Each word seems to slur even more. I think one of the figures hovering over me said to keep my attention on them but I can’t remember.

I think I can hear shouts and cursing around me, my body jolting and the pressure on my arm lessening for a moment as the body holding me stands and begins to run. Or I think it does.

I grunt as the body launches us into what I can assume is a car.

“Go, fucking drive!” are the last words I hear as everything slowly fades out of existence and black encases my world.