"Austin and Ally" Fanfic:

Bullet-Wound

"Austin, do you want to go on break early so we can go get lunch?" Said Ally.

"Sure why not," Austin replied.

They went out to lock the door because Mr. Dawson, Ally's father, was not there to watch the store. As they got out a police officer came running toward them.

"Get back inside! It's not safe!" He yelled.

"What happened?" Austin and Ally exclaimed together, confused.

"Gunman is on the loose, in the mall! Get back inside!" He could not hide his bewilderment. The officer was genuinely nervous for everyone's safety.

Austin and Ally rushed back inside to hide in the concealed Practice Room. In the five seconds Austin turned to the door he could see the gunman near the entry to Sonic Boom. But, Ally didn't see him.

"Ally, get down!" He yelled, grabbing her arm just as the bullet pierced her back. Austin couldn't breathe. He stared into her eyes and noticed one tear falling. It was too fast. He would've blacked out if it weren't for Ally mouthing his name. In less than a minute their cherished memories seemed to pass between them both. Ally was silent until collapsing into Austin's arms. Austin looked from the new hole in Sonic Boom's doors to Ally's back and could not say a word. She was bleeding profusely from her back. It was a deep red that reminded him of a pure rose. The same red Ally loved to wear on a daily basis. It was previously his favorite color but now it was just a nightmare. Her eyes, they were so wide when the bullet hit her. It was as if someone had just came out behind her and shouted into her ear. He thought about how he might never see those big brown eyes again.

"I need an ambulance! Someone please help!" He yelled, hoping the police officer at the door was not far off.

"Ally, please, Ally please wake up for me. Please open your eyes…" He whispered his pointless attempts. He stared at her motionless body. She was breathing very slowly but was otherwise still. The police officer burst through the door a moment later.

"A paramedic is on the way. I heard the cry for help. Where was she shot?" He asked, this time he was much calmer. It almost offended Austin that in this situation he wasn't as worried as before. Was it a sign that he knew Ally wouldn't survive this?

"In the back, I told her to duck when I saw the guy with a gun, but she didn't move in time. I should have taken that bullet. I could've saved her if I'd been smart enough to pull her to the ground!" Austin was cut off by the police officer.

"Calm down, young man. You have to be calm so we can help your friend."

"Mr. Dawson! Ally's father, we have to call him!" Austin replied fiercely.

He was shaking so badly that the officer tried moving Ally away from him. But Austin was not about to let go of Ally until certified doctors came through that door for her. While the police officer called Ally's father, Austin called Trish and Dez. The paramedics came soon after, but were not by far fast enough for Austin. He was almost considering not letting them touch her either. Soon after the paramedics drove off with Ally in tow Dez, Trish and Mr. Dawson arrived. They looked completely destroyed. Austin told them the entire story. He couldn't help but look down at his bloody hands and believe it was his fault. If Ally didn't make it, Austin was to blame. That rose red was murder. He was a murderer. Instead of being Ally's savior he was going to be her killer. He wanted to pay for what he allowed to happen. Everyone was in tears by the end of Austin's account. When he was done, everyone got into Mr. Dawson's car and began on the way to the hospital. Once there, a receptionist told them that Ally was currently in surgery to get the bullet out. They were asked to wait until a doctor came to tell them they could see her.

"Did you call, Ally's mom?" Trish said, directing the question at Mr. Dawson.

"Yes, but she was already back in Africa when I called. Until after her fund raiser tonight she won't have the funds to come. She already decided to use a bit of that money to get a plane ticket here as soon as possible." He said to Trish, clearly holding back the tears.

"Maybe we can pass the time by playing card games! I've got crackers in my book bag too," Dez said while flinging cards into the faces of other families in the waiting area. Under his smile he was praying that Ally be ok. It was his attempt to have courage for his friends.

"Don't cry Dez, don't cry…" He thought.

Ally Austin could think about is how he and Ally never got the chance to rekindle their relationship. He felt deep inside that if he lost her, he might never love anyone the same way he did Ally. Trish was seemingly the most nervous of them all. She was pacing back and forth and saying Ally's name to herself. It was a long time before the doctor finally arrived. By the look on his face, Austin knew the doctors news would be grim, or at the very least not pleasant. He prepared himself for the worst.

"I'm sorry Mr. Dawson. We could not save your daughter…" He thought.

"Are you Mr. Dawson?" The doctor said stepping closer to their group.

"Yes I am. Is my daughter ok? Please, I need an answer!" Everyone heard his voice rise in anxiety.

"We got the bullet out. She had some internal bleeding but we were able to stop the bleeding before it reached any vital organs. However, your daughter will need therapy for her back and legs. For the next few months, it will be hard for her to move. She is in recovery now. It's upstairs, floor 3, the first door on your left, room 505. She still hasn't woken up, and we need her to sleep for a few more hours, but you are allowed to see her now." The doctor shook hands with Ally's dad and left the room. Austin had already called his parents and they said he could stay until visiting hours were up. Trish's mom was allowing her to stay the whole night with Mr. Dawson if the doctors let them. Dez had to be home in less than two hours because of his own family problem. They all shared the common goal to see Ally together right away. Dez met them there after going to buy a large stuffed 'get well' bear and enough pillows to cover Ally's hospital room wall to wall. When they walked in they saw many needles in Ally's left arm and Trish's grocery list smudged on the right. The doctors must've tried washing it off her arm in the E.R. She was so quiet and motionless, yet peaceful and alright. They all let out their huge breaths that Ally would be okay soon. Austin thought to himself that he would ask Ally as soon as she was awake to be his girlfriend. He wanted to be with her, and he couldn't accept letting her be hurt again. He thought long and hard about how he would tell her. He wanted it to be sentimental. He wanted it to come from his heart.

"Ally, I love you a lot and want to be more than friends. Ally I think it's time for us to start dating again. Ally I'm so sorry about what happened, I should've been able to save you; we are always better together as a team…." He thought.

No matter what he said it dint seem right. It felt like he was hurting her more every time he changed the words. Maybe he wasn't quite ready to ask her on a date. But as he thought longer he realized he could write her a song to express his love. Exactly how Ally wrote "I Think about You" for him. Now that he knew what to do he knew he had to have it done for her by the time she opened her eyes.