Chapter Twenty Three
3rd Person's Point Of View
Everyone screamed.
Peter caught Lyla and they both tumbled to the ground. "Oh my God Oh my God." Peter gasped and stared at the girl in his arms.
Nalla slide on the ground to meet the two. She pressed both of her hands on Lyla's bullet wound on her left shoulder.
Nalla looked her up and down frantically.
They all gathered around, all in tears.
Lyla thrashed in Peter's grasp and through clenched teeth, she gasped, "Who, are you?"
"Lyla, it's us." Elisa's voice cracked.
A memory flickered in Lyla's mind. She's heard that voice before. The men attacking her. Her hero. Was that-?
Lyla looked over at the girl who had spoken. She had lifted her chin up to reveal her collar.
Lyla's eyes widened. "Elisa?" Lyla gasped.
Elisa removed her hat that was resting upon her head. Gray, furry cat ears poked out from her mess of hair.
Lyla shifted and cried out in pain. Nalla put more pressure on her shoulder.
"Lyla! I heard a gun! Are you al-" Dylan shouted from the ground floor. He stopped shouting when he saw eight of them up on the second floor, Lyla bleeding.
"What the hell!" Dylan shouted. "Get away from her!" Dylan charged up the stairs and was ready to fight the seven.
"Dylan! Stop!" Lyla shouted.
Dylan halted, breathing heavily.
Lyla's vision blurred "They're my, my pets." Lyla managed, blood everywhere.
"What?" Dylan gasped in disbelief, eyeing the people.
"Just get an ambulance!" Nalla shouted, tears blurring her eyes as she tried to keep the blood inside of Lyla.
Dylan pulled out his phone and there were paramedics swarming the apartment in minutes.
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"I'm sorry. Only two people may be in the ambulance with the patient." A paramedic informed the eight of them as they all tried to clamber inside.
Dylan looked over at the terror stricken 'human' pets.
"Two of you go with her. Everyone else is with me." Dylan grimaced, hating the idea of leaving Lyla's side.
Jameson and Sammi were the first ones in.
"We'll meet you there." Dylan told them.
Sammi nodded as she held onto a crying Jameson.
The ambulance doors were shut.
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Dylan rushed to the front desk in the emergency room, the boys following like lost dogs.
"Lyla. Lyla Evans." Dylan gasped, slamming his hand onto the desk, getting the recipient's attention.
The nurse pointed down a hallway.
Dylan breathed a quick sorry and thank you and ran down the hallway.
He skidded to a haunt when he saw a familiar boy on the floor, sobbing.
Dylan kneeled down next to him.
"Which one are you?" He asked, peering down at the younger boy's tear streaked face.
The boy sniffed and looked up. "Jameson."
"Where is she?" Nalla asked from behind Dylan.
Jameson pointed to the door he was facing.
"She's in surgery." Sammi appeared out of nowhere, a sour expression on her face.
Everyone's heads immediately turned toward Sammi, all of their attention focused on her.
"Why?" Dylan questioned from his squatting position.
"The bullet is still in her shoulder." Sammi explained sadly, crossing her arms.
Dylan sat down next to Jameson
The boys followed suit.
They sat in silence for a few moments.
"You all have some explaining to do." Dylan sighed, crossing his arms.