Anastasia

Twelve

I sobbed louder and I looked up at my family with dread. My grandpa stood there, holding my grandma behind him.

My entire family all stared behind me, their eyes wide. I shakily looked back and gasped.

Max lay on the ground, bleeding out. Lincoln stood there, gulping, staring at his stomach.

A pool of blood stained his shirt around his stomach and my eyes widened.
"Lincoln!"
I shouted and his eyes snapped to mine and he opened his mouth.

"I hope you didn't actaully expect me to do it."
He choked out then fell to the ground. "Lincoln!"
I shouted again and raced over to him.

I pulled his head onto my lap while he clutched his stomach and he stared at me.
"I-I'm probably going to die. So, I'm sorry what I put you through."
He told me and I shook my head.
"You're going to live."
I whispered and John dropped down to his knees by us.

He ripped off his coat and pressed it against Lincoln's stomach.
"Enid! Get him to the infirmary!"
I shouted and she raced over along with my grandpa and dad.

"Are you sure? If we just leave him you're free, you wont have to marry him."
Enid told me and Lincoln looked up at me and so did John. I stared back at John while blood covered his hands.

His eyes were begging as he kept pressure on Lincoln's stomach, trying to stop the bleeding while Lincoln tried to steady his breathing.

"I'm sure. Help him, quickly."
I replied and John let out a breath of relief. The guys lifted Lincoln up and carried him inside quickly.

"The I-Ivanov family.....will be brought... down."
Max choked out and Enid glared at him then stepped on the bleeding wound on his chest.

He hissed and I looked away as she pulled out her gun and shot him in the head.

**

"Here take this to John."
My mom muttered handing me a mug of coffee.
"This one is for you."
She added handing me another. I thanked her than walked to the outside of the infarmary.

John sat in a chair, leaned back. His eyes were closed and he was covered in blood.
"Here John."
I muttered handing him the mug and his eyes opened.

He gave me a small smile and took the mug from me. I sat down next to him and sipped at mine.

I stared at the closed door and sighed. We didn't know how Lincoln was doing in there, all we knew is that he was recieving surgery.

He's been in surgery for two hours. That entire time I've spending time with my family.

"I was thinking we could stay here a night or two, until he's ready to go."
I muttered and Max nodded.
"Thats up to him."
He replied and I nodded.

"If you want, you can have a shower and wash all that blood off of you. We should have spare clothes that fit you."
I told him and he nodded.

He set down his mug that was still steaming and I led him to my bedroom.

I gave him a towel and he thanked me.
"I'll go find you some clothes."
I muttered then left.

I walked into the kitchen and everyone looked at me.
"Do we have any extra suits? That would fit John and I'll probably need another for Lincoln."
I asked and my grandma nodded then led me to her bedroom.

"These are some of your grandpa's suits that were too big for him, the fool bought five suits that were too big."
She explained, handing me a box of suits and I chuckled.