Save me from this hospital bed

Gerard's P.O.V Angry robber frowned at me. "How do we sort this?" I sighed. "Tell the truth." I said. "You haven't hurt any of us. So that'll go good for you. If you give yourselves up, that'll look good too. So your biggest problem will be the guns." Angry robber sighed as he looked at the gun. "They aren't even real." That wasn't a good thing to admit. A guy with short red hair, lunged at him. I rushed forward, but the guy turned on me. Things went so fast. There was a loud bang. I felt a pain in my stomach, to the right a little. I fell to the floor. Where did he get a real gun? All the robbers rushed towards me, removing their masks. The red head ran out front. Another bang. "Fuck, Gerard." Angry robber said as he crouched down beside me. "You saved my life. Why?" I smirked. "You're just like my dad when he was your age." I answered. "He would have done almost anything to provide for his family." The other robbers crouched beside me. "Except try to rob a bank." The short one added. I laughed, then held my stomach as a pain shot through it. "Yeah." I muttered. "Except that. You guys just need help getting out of the rut your in. I want to help." Angry robber frowned. "How? Why?" "Help find you jobs." I replied. "Because your families need you. I know what it's like to struggle, remember? If I can help you get a job, it's up to you from there." The other hostages started to approach us. "I know how hard things can be." A old woman said. "I had to bring up two kids. It wasn't easy. There's a job going in my husband's diy shop. He's getting on now. He needs the help." "My dad died whilst trying to work to look after us." A blonde woman joined in. "Heart attack. I had to get a job to help my mum out. There's a job where I work at The Clothing Factory. The pays decent too." I sucked in a breath as I closed my eyes. "Fuck." Angry robber said. "Get him a fucking ambulance. Now." I heard shuffling. Then someone shouting. "We need a ambulance, now." "Put your hands up." A voice called out over a loudspeaker. "Please." The guy shouted. "He tried to save my friend. But that guy had a gun. He shot him. Help him, please." "I said put your hands up." The voice repeated. "Arrest me if you fucking want. I don't give a fuck right now. But get a fucking ambulance. NOW." "Put your hands up or we will open fire." I opened my eyes. "Help me up." I told angry robber. His eyes widened, but he helped me to my feet. It was painful, but I managed with his help. "Help me to the doors then back away." "What are you going to do?" He asked as he let me go by the doors. "Stop your friend getting shot." I said, then forced myself to move, holding my stomach. The short robber was stood with his hands up, shouting for a ambulance. The cops raised their weapons and pointed them at him. I rushed, as best as I could, to stand infront of him. He grabbed me under my arm's as I leaned back against him. I shook my head. "T...they....d...didn't....h...have ...g...guns." I managed to shout. "N...not...r...real...g....guns." My legs gave way and short robber dropped to his knees to catch me. "Help him. Please." He shouted, holding his hand over the wound and resting his head on his knees. "I'm sorry, Gerard." He said, looking down at me. "This would never have happened if we hadn't have held up the bloody bank." I closed my eyes. "'s okayyyyy." I managed before I passed out.

Notes

So....update. Woo. Over to my partner in crime. Love as always. xxx