Adopted by 5SOS

Chapter 44. Not About Angels

Shiloh's POV
I was sitting in the waiting room, staring at the white, blank wall. We were all waiting anxiously on the news of Ethan. Meanwhile, I thought back to what happened last night. I had destroyed the inside of the tour us, looking for a cell phone that I could have used. I had found one just as the boys van pulled up. I had ran up to them in tears and jumbled my words, rushing to get them out. Luke ran past me into the bus then came right back out. He picked me up and hoisted me on his waist. "Call the police.." He murmured as he walked away from the bus with me.

I didn't care that I was fifteen and on a nineteen year olds waist, being held like a five year. He was only holding me like this so I didn't run back to the bus. "We have to call Grayson! We have to call his family!" I cried, pounding against Luke's rough chest. "Shh.. Shiloh, he's going to be okay, trust me." Luke assured, rubbing his hand across my hair.

I didn't care that my makeup was smeared across my face, or my hair was a mess. All I cared about was Ethan.

I was now laying across Ashton's lap in the van. We were on the dusty road to the nearest hospital. It was confirmed that the man who was the shooter had died, he had three gun shots all to the head. Ethan had a gun shot to his back, head and leg. I knew the head and the back were major areas for concern.

"Is he going to be okay.." I whispered as I looked up at Ashton. "I don't know babe. We'll have to wait and see.. What exactly happened?" He asked back, all the boys now staring down at me. "Well, we left the restaurant and walked back to the bus. We were watching a movie on the tv and then we heard Kevin say something before a gun shot went off. Ethan and I ran into the bathroom, locked ourselves in and shut off the light. We sat in silence until Ethan decided he needed to go out and see who the hell this person was. That's when I heard the gun go off six times... I swallowed my fear and left the bathroom, and that's when I collapsed to my knees. Then you guys rushed in when I guess you noticed Kevin outside."

I sighed as tears rolled down my cheeks. "Well, the man that did it is dead now. They're still waiting to see if the three gun shots on that man were self-inflicted or if Ethan had grabbed the gun and shot him." Calum said as I slowly nodded my head.

"Shiloh." I snapped out of the memory and turned my neck towards Michael. "What is it? Good news or bad?" I asked as I sat up frantically. "Both... Good news first: Ethan is alive... Bad news: he's paralyzed from the waist down. They have no point in taking the bullet out of his leg since he can't feel it anyway. And the one in his head, they have to keep in. If they even tried to move it, it's kill him instantly." He explained as my hands started shaking.

"He's going to be confined to a wheel chair forever.." I whispered as I stared at the floor. "He's sleeping now- but, you can go in and sit with him if you'd like." I nodded and slowly followed Michael down the hallway. I halted outside the door before walking in. "You don't have to go in if you don't want." Luke mentioned as he appeared beside me. "No.. I-I want to go in. I want to see him." I confirmed, walking through the door.

I gasped at the sight and nearly broke down in tears again. "Oh Ethan.." I murmured sadly as I walked closer to his bedside. I grabbed his cold hand and almost instantly dropped it. I didn't expect it to be that cold. "Are his parents coming here?" I whispered aloud as Ashton spoke from near the door. "Yes, his brother, his sister and his mother." I nodded and walked away from Ethan. I couldn't bear to see him like this.

When he wakes up, he won't feel his bottom half. He won't ever feel what it's like to run, to jump, to swim, to ride a skateboard or a bike. He won't be able to walk, anymore. He'll have to have help doing everything. Its all because he wanted to protect me... Dumb, stupid little me. If I hadn't let him go out of the bathroom, he'd still be able to walk. I should have stopped him, I should have spoken up. My eyes widened as I came to the realization.

He being shot and paralyzed was all my fault.