Gunshot.

A/N: Week 16, a story that starts with a gunshot. Warnings: blood, bodily harm. 


She heard it, loud and jarring. The sound pierced through the silence hovering over the road, icy cold and bitter, like something disrupting the beautiful. And it had, it had cut through the silence, through the peace. The next thing she saw was a group of people ahead of her screaming and running towards her, away from the sound.

She stood frozen, even after they ran past her. She then saw what they were running from. A body, lying still on the floor, bloody and broken – it was then that she realised one of them had shot this person, running from the scene as if they had nothing to do with it. She acted quickly, tearing down the road, towards the body on the floor.

When reached the person, she fell to her knees beside him and checked his pulse. He was still alive, but barely so, he was bleeding a lot, he’d been shot in the stomach and would die if he wasn’t treated properly.

“Sir, can you hear me sir?” she asked, taking off her scarf to wrap around his waist and tighten, to provide some pressure, then she put one of her hands over the wound and tilted the man’s head up with her other hand.

“Sir, can you hear me?” she asked again, this time louder, “I’m going to help you okay. Just stay with me please.”

With shaking hands, she fished out her phone and called the ambulance, letting the instructor speak to her and tell her what to do until they got there. She kept pressure on the wound and held his head upright, keeping him awake, talking to him.

“Hey, sir, you’re gonna be okay,” she said, her voice was shaking but she managed to smile.

He nodded and met her eyes, managing a simple, “thank you.”

The ambulance arrived quickly and paramedics helped to stabilize him. She was allowed to drive with them to the hospital and she’d need to provide evidence for the police. The man groggily held her hand, needing some support. She let him. He was about her age and probably was just a normal, everyday commuter on his way home.

It was then, that she decided that not ever should someone have to thank another for their life. That life is a given right at birth, not ever should you have to beg or plead for it.

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