Percy P.O.V

The world was dim, hazy. I could barely see......my eyes just wouldn't stay open.

I couldn't feel anything beyond the pain.

Burning.

Stabbing.

Searing.

Tearing.

Pain.

I could vaguely hear the man......he was talking...to the school....I think.....telling them....something.

Telling them...huh...he said I was dying.

I suppose he was right.

When I did manage to force my eyes open long enough the world blurred together, all I could feel was the pain, all I could see was the blurry colours and all I could hear was the man talking. I was fading, letting the sounds and colours dim, letting the blackness numb my pain. It was nice, welcome, the black took away the pain, the harsh colours the annoying sounds. Blissful nothingness.

Then a bang reverberated through the room. Someone shouted and the blackness fell away.

I groaned as the pain came back.

I would have screamed but I didn't seem to have the strength....and my throat wasn't working....

Police P.O.V

"POLICE! NOBODY MOVE!" We shouted and ran forward as we saw the sadist holding a knife to the boy's jugular. "STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING!" The terrorist was startled enough that he paused for a moment and that was long enough for one of my guys to shoot him in the shoulder making him fall to the floor. Alive, sadly, but incapacitated.

I ran to the boy, along with two of my colleges, as the others arrested the other terrorists and checked on the kids.

"Hey kid, I'm officer Parkins. Come on, mate, stay with us." He was fading fast, in fact I was amazed he'd lasted so long.

He should've been dead.

"I NEED THE PARAMEDICS NOW!" I hurried to bind the poor boy's wounds, my heart racing and my hands shaking in time with it. My mind screaming at me to save him. "Come on, come on...." I kept talking to him, trying desperately to keep him awake. "HURRY!"
He was taken from my grasp by pastel suited paramedics as they pulled him onto a stretcher and I ran alongside them as they tried to get him to the ambulance.

"STOP!" There was blood pooling in his throat as he choked, a train of crimson dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The paramedics put him on the ground. "We have to perform a thoracostomy now!" I didn't know what that meant. What were they doing to the boy!?

My breath quickened as I saw one of them tear off what was left of his shirt as another brandished a scalpel above his chest, children and adults alike were freaking out behind me.

I had to do my job.

So I herded the other children, making sure they were all alright and got them out, all the while watching out of the corner of my eye as they cut the poor boy's chest open and put in a tube and gave him an oxygen mask, they were trying to drain the blood and fluid from his lungs. He needed to breath.

They were only just quick enough, blood was covering the bottom half of his face as it had run out of his nose and mouth, a horrible torrent of scarlet like a gruesome Halloween mask. Except this was real.

Once the student were safely out, I returned to the paramedics. They were just getting the boy onto a stretcher and rushing him to the ambulance, I ran along side them. They were shouting technical terms and all I could tell was that it was bad. 

Now that the terrorists were gone and the other students were safe I had the chance to properly look at the boy-Percy his teacher had said-I wish I hadn't.

It was gruesome.

There were no other words for it.

There were sizzling zig-zag cuts in his left shoulder and down that arm, horrendous burns along his right side, arm and wrist, a stab wound in his left side and other carvings littering his chest. And those were just the obvious ones, I knew that there were many more I couldn't make out through all the blood. I had to look away. There was so much blood. So much red. Red. Red. Red.

Twenty years working as a cop; seeing the worst of the worst; and I had to look away from a child's body for fear of throwing up.

It was so wrong.

Paramedic P.O.V

We ran as quickly as we could without hurting him more to get to the ambulance, a cop got in with us and we drove as fast as possible to get to the hospital in time.

It was bad.

His wounds were the worst I'd ever seen, broken bones, cuts, carvings, burns, whip marks, poisons, acid, stab wounds and so much more. It made me sick just thinking about it.

I had to focus.

We had to get him stable.

"Bind those wounds now! He's bleeding out!" I rushed to grab some bandages and wipes to clean and bind his injuries, we'd sew them up properly once we were sure he'd live through it.

His pulse was erratic at best, I could see his breaths getting shallower through the oxygen mask.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." I muttered to myself over and over as I worked, trying to help save this boy's life. What he'd done was......unimaginable. To take on so much pain for someone, someone we'd been told had basically bullied him for years, it was unfathomable.

I tied the sterilised linen around his shoulder...but..."There are fragments of metal in his shoulder!"I shouted as I started getting tweezers and prepared to remove it. "It has to come out now!"
"Do it quickly. We don't know how much longer he'll last, he's losing too much blood and one of his ribs punctured a lung!" I nodded tersely as I started going for the piece of metal.

"Shit!" I swore.

"Whats wrong!?"
"It's barbed! They shoved a piece of barbed metal into a teenager's shoulder!" I cursed more as I kept trying to remove it.
"Get it out quickly, that'll do more damage every time he moves!" The head paramedic was trying to tie bandages around his torso to cover his sides and back, it was a losing battle from the start.

I put  int he tweezers and started trying to extract the metal, it took six attempts and a lot of swearing before the fragment finally pulled free. It was vicious, a fragment of metal coated in barbed wire. Barbaric.

We'd tied all his injuries which stemmed the blood flow slightly and we'd been able to just about take the tube out of his chest, binding the rib had pushed it back into place somewhat, but he needed to get to the hospital fast. It looked like he was going to make it though. At least, to the hospital. The odds were much better than before.

I relaxed ever so slightly.

Then he flat-lined.

A/n:

There you go folks another chapter, I'm at my aunt's so the internet is terrible but I have nothing better to waste my time with than try so here you go. ;) I hope you liked this.

I apologise for the cliff-hanger....I'm not sure how I'm going to heal him........ANYWAY. Hope you liked it, I'll try to update soon.

Exams though so no promises. :D

-Samantha2611