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Chapter 14:
The scene passed with a painful slowness for Sam. He saw the gun fire as gunpowder fluttered into the air with a bang; he recalled being shoved by Vera as his body fell to the side, and hers fell to the ground behind him. In slow motion Leon's eyes widened as he kept his hand around the gun's trigger.
Real time snapped into Sam's head, and everything burst into motion. He moved quickly over to Vera, who had rolled on the floor holding her upper arm. Leon paused before raising his gun and pointing it at Sam.
The young man grabbed the pistol once threatened him with and pointed it at the man, adrenaline pushing through his bloodstream.
Leon was not fazed and continued to hold the revolver. With shaking hands Sam pulled the pistol's trigger, it only grazing the revolver. The shot made Leon drop the weapon on the ground before sprinting out the door.
For a moment Sam relished in winning before he realized why the man had left. The sound of police approaching became clear. The young man turned toward the blonde woman. "Vera, come on Vera." He said, turning her onto her back.
Her face moved into a wince as blood ran through her finger tips. "We've got to get out of here." She stated through gritted teeth.
"Well that's an understatement my dear." The young man replied shakily, running his fingers through his hair, "You need help."
"There's a doctor nearby." Vera said as Sam moved to help her up.
He kept his arm under her shoulders as he looked for a back exit to the building. After spotting one they moved quickly out the door and into the back alley of the city.
"Left." Vera stated, "There's a brick building, it's got a sign." She guided, taking breaths.
"Alright, you're gonna be fine okay? You're gonna be just fine Vera." Sam said quickly as he moved through the streets, ignoring the glances and gasps they received.
"I know, I know." The blonde woman said as she squeezed her eyes shut.
"We're almost there; just hang on a little bit longer." Sam said, quickening his pace as the building became into sight.
"I know Sam!" Vera snapped as she quickened her pace with him, increasing pressure on her injured arm.
The young man ran into the doctor's office and didn't bother to close the door behind him. "I need a doctor!" He shouted into the building, panic in his tone.
"What's the problem?" An older man asked as he came from a nearby hallway, upon seeing the blond woman his eyebrow rose, "Oh, come on this way then, best to hurry."
Sam followed the man into a room with wooden floors and a hospital table lying in the center of the room. Quickly the young man helped Vera get onto the table and stood anxiously.
"I'll need you to leave; I work best with no one watching." The doctor demanded, "You can work out payment in the meantime."
Sam moved to argue, but instead left the room and closed the door behind him. His body feeling weary as he moved to the room he'd first walked into and nearly fell into a chair. He ran shaky fingers through his hair and leaned into the chair, the excitement of the day catching up to him in a sudden burst. Fingers moved to his eyes in an attempt to rub springing tears away before he turned to gross sobbing, breaking the otherwise silence in the room.
The scene passed with a painful slowness for Sam. He saw the gun fire as gunpowder fluttered into the air with a bang; he recalled being shoved by Vera as his body fell to the side, and hers fell to the ground behind him. In slow motion Leon's eyes widened as he kept his hand around the gun's trigger.
Real time snapped into Sam's head, and everything burst into motion. He moved quickly over to Vera, who had rolled on the floor holding her upper arm. Leon paused before raising his gun and pointing it at Sam.
The young man grabbed the pistol once threatened him with and pointed it at the man, adrenaline pushing through his bloodstream.
Leon was not fazed and continued to hold the revolver. With shaking hands Sam pulled the pistol's trigger, it only grazing the revolver. The shot made Leon drop the weapon on the ground before sprinting out the door.
For a moment Sam relished in winning before he realized why the man had left. The sound of police approaching became clear. The young man turned toward the blonde woman. "Vera, come on Vera." He said, turning her onto her back.
Her face moved into a wince as blood ran through her finger tips. "We've got to get out of here." She stated through gritted teeth.
"Well that's an understatement my dear." The young man replied shakily, running his fingers through his hair, "You need help."
"There's a doctor nearby." Vera said as Sam moved to help her up.
He kept his arm under her shoulders as he looked for a back exit to the building. After spotting one they moved quickly out the door and into the back alley of the city.
"Left." Vera stated, "There's a brick building, it's got a sign." She guided, taking breaths.
"Alright, you're gonna be fine okay? You're gonna be just fine Vera." Sam said quickly as he moved through the streets, ignoring the glances and gasps they received.
"I know, I know." The blonde woman said as she squeezed her eyes shut.
"We're almost there; just hang on a little bit longer." Sam said, quickening his pace as the building became into sight.
"I know Sam!" Vera snapped as she quickened her pace with him, increasing pressure on her injured arm.
The young man ran into the doctor's office and didn't bother to close the door behind him. "I need a doctor!" He shouted into the building, panic in his tone.
"What's the problem?" An older man asked as he came from a nearby hallway, upon seeing the blond woman his eyebrow rose, "Oh, come on this way then, best to hurry."
Sam followed the man into a room with wooden floors and a hospital table lying in the center of the room. Quickly the young man helped Vera get onto the table and stood anxiously.
"I'll need you to leave; I work best with no one watching." The doctor demanded, "You can work out payment in the meantime."
Sam moved to argue, but instead left the room and closed the door behind him. His body feeling weary as he moved to the room he'd first walked into and nearly fell into a chair. He ran shaky fingers through his hair and leaned into the chair, the excitement of the day catching up to him in a sudden burst. Fingers moved to his eyes in an attempt to rub springing tears away before he turned to gross sobbing, breaking the otherwise silence in the room.
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BROOKE! Now how am I supposed to finish my paper? This story...it's too much for my poor emotions! XD