You're The Only Hope For Me

Gerard spun around to face her, his eyes flicking between Hazel and the man on the trolley bed.
But something was wrong.
Gerard’s eyes seemed sunken and although sparks of life occasionally lightened them, they didn’t come very frequently and even as Hazel looked at him they appeared less and less. His pale makeup had been washed off his face by the rain but now he looked even paler, a deathly white colour, possibly even slightly green too, and there seemed to be no blood in his face. Even his lips were colourless, bar the very faint bluish tinge that lightly touched them.
“Gerard?!” Hazel’s eyes widened as she took in his sickly appearance. She’d thought that after the shock of earlier the alcohol in his system had been overcome, was the adrenaline wearing off now?
No. This couldn’t be happening. Not now, not when she felt she needed someone most of all.
Gerard opened his mouth to speak, then frowned as if he couldn’t remember how to. He reached a finger up to touch his lips and Hazel noticed that his nails were the same faint blue as his lips.
Gerard had drunk too much, he’d then had a massive shock, ran for miles in the dark, cold, wet and windy night, and was now sitting in nothing more than a linen robe. Hazel’s fear seemed to escalate even more, as the realisation that if needed Gerard might not be able to defend her dawned on her.
Gerard shook his head slightly, staring intensely into her eyes, and she felt him take her hand. He jerked his head with a tiny movement towards the door, indicating that they get out. Just as they were about to stand up another man entered the room.
“Oi! Jeff!” The man said loudly, in a horribly familiar high American voice, “You almost done, buddy?”
Gerard noticed the man, then Hazel’s expression of shock horror and bit his lip, continuing to flick his eyes back and forth to the door. Hazel nodded forcefully; maybe they could get out before the squeaky man noticed them. Gerard’s grip tightened upon her hand and he stood up, her following suit.
Gerard wobbled and threw out his arms to keep balance, she steadied him and they began to quietly walk. However they’d only gone a few steps when Gerard clutched his head, let out a strange cry and collapsed on the sterile white floor.
“GERARD!” Hazel screamed, dropping down next to him.
No no no, she needed him, if he didn’t wake up she was as good as dead. She could run; but that meant leaving Gerard and she couldn’t do that, she wouldn’t be strong enough to fight those men on her own, plus they might hurt him and she had already as good as lost Frank, she couldn’t lose Gerard too.
“Gerard!” Hazel shook him, gently at first then more forcefully as he showed no sign of waking, she felt the tears begin to prick at her eyes again, although these weren’t of sadness or anger, but of fear.
“Gerard, please wake up.” She sobbed as she continued to shake him.
“Please?” She pleaded, the desperation flooding through her body.
Out of the corner of her eye Hazel saw the man on the trolley, Jeff, sit up and look at her, taking in her appearance. His eyes narrowed and a smile spread across his lips as he realised who she was.
Fuck.
Still Gerard showed no signs of life.
“Oh, look who it is.” The Jeff guy said in a singsong voice, the squeaky guy laughed.
“Your boyfriend doesn’t look in the best of health, sweetheart.” Jeff continued, and climbed out of his bed wincing slightly as he did so.
Hazel ignored them, continuing to shake Gerard and silently pleading for him to wake the fuck up.
They two men came over to her and crouched down beside Gerard, Hazel’s breath caught in her throat.
“You’re not under his protection now.” The squeaky guy breathed into her ear, Hazel’s skin crawled but she still ignored him. He then stood up and brought his foot back, making to kick Gerard hard in the ribs.
“No!” Hazel cried and threw herself across Gerard, the foot collided with her side and knocked the breath out of her completely. She felt her skin split and the blood seep out, staining her hospital robe.
Familiar rough hands grabbed her and she tried to scream out but couldn’t, she had no air in her lungs. The hands closed over her mouth and picked her up, this didn’t seem real either, it was all too unfortunate for all this to happen to one person in one night.
Hazel was lifted into Jeff’s arms, his arm strongly around her waist and his other hand over her mouth, she wriggled but to no avail.
“You’re with us now,” Jeff whispered in her ear as he walked briskly out of the room and into the empty reception, making his way onto the street with Squeaky in tow, “And we’re going to make you pay.”
Hazel kicked and tried to scream but Jeff was too strong for her, she eventually gave up and hung limply, trying not to let the tears sneak out the corners of her eyes.
She didn’t want to cry in front of them, it would only give another reason for them to mock her. As if they didn’t have enough already.
Fucks sake, what had she even done to them? Those few months ago, why had they targeted her? What were they even getting out of this?
Power. The ability to make another person feel like complete shit.
Her mind returned to the state of ‘I Hate This World’ and ‘All Men Are Horrible Power-Hungry Creatures’ and she clenched her teeth in frustration, still trying to cease the tears which were escaping her eyelids.
Her mind returned to Frank; all the things he had done for her, how nice he’d been, how she’d felt when he kissed her, what she’d thought that night when they’d done it, how she’d felt after she talked him into seeing Gerard. Gerard. He was lovely too, speaking to Frank and seeming to take a liking to her immediately, how she’d felt sorry for him when she’d heard of his drinking problem, how he’d been after he realised what a massive mistake he’d made, how he’d done his best to fix it, how he’d given her the strength to run through the night, how he’d tried to save her from these men again.
Now she’d lost both of them. And she was about to lose herself too.
“We’re all just broken people in a broken world living our broken lives chasing after broken dreams.” She said to herself and struggled half-heartedly against the arms containing her.
“Quit it!” Jeff snapped, and Hazel heard the aggravating sound of the other man’s laughter.
Anger appeared in her stomach and made its way through her, she felt a surge of strength and bit Jeff’s hand as hard as she could, locking her teeth onto the disgusting skin and holding them there even when she could taste the metallic flavour of blood.
Jeff screamed highly and jerked his hand away, Hazel laughed coldly.
Jeff silenced her with a blow to the back of her head, “Fucker.” He spat.
Hazel’s ears rung but she still continued to smile harshly at her action, even though it was little.
They kept on carrying her for what seemed like forever, the minutes of that night were timeless; she didn’t know how long anything had taken, or what time it even was. Was it still even that night, or was into well into the next day? It seemed like forever since she’d been in the inn with Frank and Gerard, talking and laughing and having a great time in the carefree mood.
How things had changed.
Hazel noticed that Jeff was still limping, she could possibly use that to her advantage if only she could figure out what it was.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Jeff slamming her down against the ground.
“Now you stay put girlie.” He growled and Squeaky tied her wrists behind her back with duct tape, Jeff ripped a corner of the bottom of her hospital robe and pushed it into her mouth. Hazel shivered as the material scraped against her teeth.
They walked a few yards ahead of her and sat down for what seemed like half an hour, although Hazel couldn’t be sure. Finally the high pitched guy began unloading items from a bag he’d brought, the two of them talking lightly whilst doing it. Hazel could hardly make out what the items were but the outlines of them gave her enough clues.
“What did they say was wrong with you?” The squeaky one asked, handing Jeff a bandage roll which he put around his hand.
“Ah, the usual shit,” Jeff replied gruffly, Hazel strained her ears, “I’ve done my left knee in, and it’s affected my right hip now, I was told not to walk but fuck that shit y’know?”
They both laughed and Jeff snapped again, “Did you get the stuff?”
Squeaky nodded and brought several small items out the bag, Hazel’s blood ran cold as she recognised them as guns, she silently prayed she was wrong.
“How many?” Jeff asked sharply.
“Three loaded, and one partly.” Squeaky replied, flicking the trigger back and forth before setting them down on the ground behind them.
Nope, she’d been right, now she was pretty much dead already.
“It wouldn’t hurt to stay here would it? Take care of the girl before we carry on with the operation?” Jeff asked with a laugh, and Squeaky gave a hiccupping sound.
“I don’t think the boss would mind really, it’ll only take a moment then we can get on with the rest of the grand plan.” The squeaky replied to Jeff and he laughed again.
Hazel glanced downwards, barely listening to the men laughing loudly as she tried to figure out a plan, but there was nothing she could do, a movement ahead of her grabbed her attention. A figure creeping silently behind the men, towards the guns! Hazel held her breath, judging by their actions, they didn’t look like they were here to help her attackers, possibly there was still hope for her?
The figure grabbed at the weapons and darted backwards out of sight, Hazel sighed, her hope draining away.
She jumped as a loud noise caused the men to start, the same figure had appeared in front of them and had seemed to accidently trip over something.
“What you doin’, punk?” Jeff exclaimed, jumping to his feet and grabbing the person, they were quickly duct taped and gagged, then dragged towards Hazel.
“Oh yay, a friend” She thought sarcastically and went back to staring at the ground in frustration, biting her lip as tears threatened to leak from beneath her eyelids.

Notes

I HAVE A PLAN!!!! *evil laugh*
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