Rupture // h.s au

15. "You were coming back?"

Harry

Blood.

It was everywhere.

On my clothes, on my hands, pouring out of the men's veins.

I could smell its disgusting scent filling my nostrils.

And I couldn't do anything to stop it.

It was as if the world was coming to an end, all over again, people yelling, some screaming for help, sheer horror saturating the atmosphere surrounding us, and nobody knew what to do, or whom to save first.

I held Raine's father to the bed, while his body fell into shock.

Rick; our main doctor, and the one responsible for handling injuries in our camp, stood right in front of me, with the man's chest wide open, as he began massaging his heart. Louis stood by two more soldiers, while Zayn continued to scream for someone to help the dying woman he carried in.

It was as chaotic, and as brutal, as the worst of all battles.

We barely made it out, some with bruises and cuts, others, with gun shots.

My frantic eyes continued to search my surroundings, for anything that would seem remotely familiar, yet, not as horrid.

It all was falling apart, people dying; my people at that, and I couldn't protect them.

The weight of the realization pushed me off the edge, and I suddenly felt nauseous.

" There's a pulse, it's faint, but it's there." Rick announced, wiping his forehead, staining it with blood. I nodded, eying Louis, who gave me a faint nod to reassure me that they were still alive, while Zayn was holding the woman down, aiding the nurses to relocate her shoulder, causing her to scream in pain, waking from her unconsciousness.

" I'll go check on the prisoner, I'll be back." I weakly said, utterly drained by the previous fight, and all that it had led to.

These were all faces, that were possibly meaningless to me, but to someone, they were all they had. A mother, a daughter, a sister, a father, a brother, a husband. They were something that someone would have to lose, and it frustrated me, how no matter how hard I had tried, I couldn't prevent that loss, nor could I tame its overwhelming pain. I hated watching life departing those wounded bodies, and I couldn't help but think of all the people grieving upon them. The ache battered my insides, as I made my way towards my room. Terrified people ran past me, in search of their loved ones, or perhaps, running from the same destiny. Some, stood to ask me where to go, pleading for an answer that I couldn't offer, so I'd look into their eyes, or hold them as they cried, and the ache intensified with every grieving face in which I saw a resemblance to a wounded, or even lifeless, face laying in the clinic.

Once my room came into view, I noticed the lights being on, and the door opened. Louis was airy and clumsy, but not to the extent of leaving the door opened, so that could only mean one thing. I fastened my steps, walking into an empty room, with one of poles of my bed, broken, causing the bed to fall slightly to its side, unbalanced.

" Shit!" I hissed, frantically searching my room for Autumn, or any signs that could lead me to where they had gone, or if she had injured Raine, or disposed her somewhere. My mind was crowded with possibilities of things going awfully bad, and I couldn't help but blame myself for ever leaving Raine with her.

" Shit, shit, shit!" I yelled, throwing a fist into one of my cupboards, before walking out of the room, searching for Autumn or Raine, or anyone to take this rage out on.