Henry Danger Oneshots

Struck

"Galaxy Wars 14 was so good!" Charlotte said excitedly.

"I know. It was more amazing than 13, without a doubt." I agree. "Oh, hold on."

I reach into my pocket and take out my phone.

Mom: Sorry Henry, I can't pick you and Charlotte up from the date.

I groan.

Piper had crashed my truck when she took it out so it's in the shop, so my mom took Charlotte and I to the movies. Which is definitely not a date.

Me: It's fine. We can walk.

Mom: Sorry.

"So, change of plans, we have to walk." I say.

"Ugh, ok. That's fine." Charlotte sighs.

I smile at her.

She smiles back.

We talk for a while, talking, laughing.

I was so distracted, I almost never realized we were walking out into the road.

"Charlotte!" I yell.

She looks back at her.

I had no time.

The semi was coming way too fast.

I leap out into the road and push her.

She stumbles back, confused, then I feel a blinding pain.

Charlotte's Point Of View

"Charlotte!" I hear Henry scream.

I look back to see him running straight at me.

What the hell?

He jumps at me and pushes me back.

I fall onto the sidewalk, on to my back.

Why would Henry do that?

Then, to my absolute horror, a dark blue semi truck slams into him, throwing him back about a hundred feet.

"Henry!" I scream. "Oh my god! Someone call an ambulance!"

I run down the road.

I finally reach Henry's crumpled form.

"Please be breathing. Please be breathing. Please be breathing." I whisper.

I place my finger under his nose.

He's breathing. Thank god.

Blood is pooled around him.

A huge gash runs down the side of face.

I lift his shirt. I cringe back at the awful pulsing bruise that clearly reveals a broken rib.

Oh my god. He has a broken rib.

Someone runs up behind me.

"Oh my god! Did I just kill a kid?" The man yells. "Dear lord, tell me he's not dead."

"I- he jumped in front of me! I was meant to be hit! He can't die! Not for me!" I cry, starting to shake.

"I need to call him an ambulance!" The trucker borderline yells.

Don't you dare die, Henry Hart. I can't live with myself if you did.

I'm suddenly all to aware of the blood soaking his jeans at his thigh.

I rip the fabric open.

I almost puke.

A piece of broken bone is sticking through the skin.