𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 || Tara Carpenter x Fem OC !!

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Sam's POV:

they left my sister in the hospital, alone. what the fuck?

I rush to my car, "where are you going?" Dewey calls to me.

"my sister's in trouble!" I yell back at him as I get into my car. as I put my seat belt on, Dewey sits in the passenger seat, I look at him.

"what are you waiting for?" he says to me, "drive!" I start up the engine, "come on lets go!" he yells as I drive quickly away from the house, I have to save Tara.

Apryl's POV:

I was sitting with Tara, a few minutes before police officers went rushing out of the hospital. it made me a bit concerned but I tried not to think to much of it. I sat on a chair while Tara was in the hospital bed, watching a show on the TV.

suddenly we both hear a noise. I turn to the doorway, my heartrate feeling faster, as I see Tara look concerned as well "hello..?" I call out, there was no response.

I slightly stand up "hello...?" I say a bit slower. my heart starts to race.

before i know it Tara is getting out of the hospital bed "fuck this." she says quietly as she takes of the cords attached to her, and slowly gets off of the bed.

I quickly rush beside her, trying to help her onto the wheelchair as she cries out softly in pain while moving her casted leg.

I turn to help her push the wheelchair, but she's going on her own. I hear the cracks of the cast on her hand break and hear her cry out in pain, I rush to her side.

"hey hey, don't rush yourself okay? I'll help you." I say in a quiet tone. suddenly the lights go out.

"what the fuck." I say as Tara looks around in panic, as I start to push her wheelchair slowly.

'its okay' I mouth to her, trying to give her comfort.

suddenly Tara's phone started ringing, as me and Tara both jump. I could see from afar that it was Sam.

"fuck." I thought to myself, I decided to keep going out of the hospital room with Tara.

Sam's POV:

"God damnit!" I yell as Tara doesn't pick up.

"should you really be making a phone call right now?" Dewey says as he holds onto the car.

I ignore his words and call Richie "come on come on.."

Apryl's POV:

The entire hospital is dark. I push Tara over to the front desk, where I see a police officer, laying on the floor in his own puddle of blood, dead.

I let out a small gasp as I cover Tara's mouth, hearing her soft whimpers as I feel her hand on mine.

I walk slowly over to the dead police officer and move his arm off of his belt, usually revealing a gun in his pocket.

there was no gun.

"fuck." I whisper. I walk over to Tara as I continue pushing her wheelchair, trying to comfort her as best I can.

I walk over with Tara to a room, where the phone was, planning to dial 911.

I park Tara's wheelchair and slowly take the phone off of the case, trying to type in a number, when I hear a creak form the door.