Thanks again Craver_Priceless for letting me use Leah!

Collins ran so fast, he thought his legs were gonna shatter. His shoulder throbbed with a immense pain he had never felt before, but he was determined to shake Veronica so he could get help. For Devan, and himself.

The van only seemed to be getting faster, and Collins, not being Barry Allen, was getting slower.

His knees were about to cave in when he felt someone grab him and rip him off the sidewalk into a alley while the van sped past.

He looked up to see his savior, only to see a familiar face.

"Leah? What are you doing here?" He asked the fan he had met what only could've been weeks ago, but it seemed like years.
The brunette smiled before replying.

"This is where my cousins live. When I saw you running from that van, I knew I had to help. What happened to you? You look like a wreck."

"There's no time. I have to get to the police." He told her as she placed a soothing hand on his shoulder.

Correction. His bad shoulder.

Collins tensed at the slight, almost none existent pressure on his shoulder as Leah cupped her hands around her mouth.

"You're really hurt. My uncle is a doctor. He lives in one of these apartments. I'm sure he can help you."

Collins nodded as they noticed the white van coming back.

"We have to get inside. NOW." Leah told him as they both went inside the apartment building, hoping that the mad women inside the van didn't see them.

"Uncle Connor?" Leah asked when they got inside the building and Collins was on the couch when the middle aged man came over to them.

"Leah. I love you, but what have I told you about bringing homeless people into the apartment?"

"He's not homeless. He's a Youtuber named Collins Key." Leah argued as he sighed.

"You can't pull famous people off the street. Remember when you did that to that other person...Grant Gustin, was it?"

"That was a accident. And Collins is hurt. Since you're a doctor, we need your help."

Connor sighed as he stood in front of Collins before he started to examine him.

"So what happened, Collins?"

"These people, they kidnapped me and my brother, and they still have him. I was able to escape, and I was coming to get help, but that van parked outside the building, in there is one of the people that kidnapped us. I'm pretty sure they dislocated my left shoulder. Can you please let me call my parents and the police?"

"Let me look at your shoulder, then you can use the phone."

"Thanks so much, sir."

"Please, call me Connor."

Collins nodded as he prodded on Collins's shoulder, making Collins gasp as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Yep, dislocated. This is gonna be quick, but painful." Connor told him as Leah smiled gently.

"I have Advil and Tylenol waiting."

Collins laid on the couch as Connor held his wrist with one hand and placed the other one on his shoulder.

"Count down from three, Collins."

"Three-" Collins was cut off by pain tearing through his throat as he screamed. Loudly, amazed he was able to stay conscious.

When he looked up next, Leah was smiling at him, holding the cordless phone, a glass of water, and the Advil and Tylenol.

"Thanks so much, Leah."

"Glad I could help."

Meanwhile, Vanessa watched as her dad pulled away from the house before rushing back downstairs to where Devan was, curled up in the corner as he could hear the sniffles come from him as she held a first aid kit in one hand, and a water bottle in the other, knowing he was getting severely dehydrated, and giving him food would make him puke up everything.

"Devan?" She asked quietly as he looked up at her as he smiled with relief.

"Vanessa."

"We have to hurry. My dad and sister could be back soon and you need help now." She told him as she handed him the water bottle. "Small sips. You don't wanna puke."

Devan successfully opened the water bottle as he brought the plastic to his mouth, letting the cold clear liquid fill his dry mouth as she opened the kit.

"Where did you get shot?" She asked, even though she already knew, as Devan pointed to his right leg where his tattered jeans had parted right around the wound.

She gritted her teeth as she noticed. No exit wound.

"Devan, the bullet is still in you. I'm gonna have to get it out. You need to lay down. Can you do that?" She asked as she grabbed the scissors and cut off the jeans where the injury was.

He nodded as he slowly moved, now on his back as she grabbed one of the antibacterial wipes from the kit and wiped her pocket knife with it.

"This is gonna hurt." She warned before digging into his skin.

All Devan could do was cry out in pain.