One-shots

call me

Polly's pov
Tw:gun, blood

My darling: call me please

I chuckled to myself as I picked up my phone. I diled her number and she almost immediately picked up.

"What's up darling?" I ask

"P-polly" she stutters

She never used my full name unless something was up.

"What's wrong?"

"Blood, gun, d-izzy, t-ommy, me, shot"

"Sit down love" I say getting up from my chair.

"Mk"

"Where are you right now"

"Charlie's yard"

"Alright stay on the call sweetheart"

"Pol, everything's spinning"

I was speeding through the streets to get to my girl.

"What can you see darling?"

"Tommy fighting"

"I'm almost there just stay awake for me" I say

"Kin'a s'eepy" she slurred

I slammed my car door and saw her leaning against tires.

"I see you pollllll"

"Hey baby" I smile

"Polly" she breaths

The blood seeping through her shirt, her breathing started to slow.

"Pol is blurry" she tried to say

"I've got you love" I say picking her up.

I carried her to the car placing her on my lap. Her head was laying there on my chest as she fought sleep.

"M sorry pol, sorry bout your shirt"

"It's ok love, it's just a shirt"

"Me sleepy"

"I know, a few more minutes"

We arrived at the hospital and I carried her in. I placed a kiss on her head as she buried into me.

"Sweetheart they're going to take you now ok" I whisper

"Ok, I love you" she mumbled

"I love you more"