Frida Marigold Pov:

What have I done?! Melody bursted out of the bushes, waving her arms wildly in the air. She yelled something but I couldn't hear her. Abigail stole back my attention and told me to shoot, so I did. I hit target, about to smirk at Abigail for winning but I never had the chance to as the whole thing blew up.

It threw Melody backwards and slammed her into the wall of the weapons shed. Wood came flying at her from all directions, the teacher ducked us just in time behind a trunk. From the tree, I saw her mouth move, her voice lost in the explosion. Before long, she had a small pool of blood around her and went completely limp.

I jumped up faster then the teacher or Abigail, barely waiting a second before regaining my wolf form. As a wolf, I could sense if she was dead or alive within an instant. I sprinted towards her side and sighed with relief. She may have looked very dead and you couldn't feel her pulse but I knew, she was still alive. I transformed back into a human and lifted her up, her blood splattering across my chest like rose petals. Her face was wet. With tears. Pain? Or tears of something else?

Her horse came cantering round the corner, sensing trouble. I jumped onto the horse and squeezed Cleveland into a gallop, directing her towards the entrance of the school. Once we reached the gate, I stroked Melody's bloody forehead before dismounting.

When we arrived to the hospital wing, Melody was taken away from me.

"Is she going to be okay?" I asked the nurse. I was taller then her so I tried to peer over her shoulder. She forced me back down.

"We need to check her, she seems to be bleeding from the stomach, we need to take care of that. Go wait in the waiting room."

"No! You can't do that! I brought her here, I should be at her side!" I growled at the nurse, who sighed and signalled the security guard.

"Hey, no way, she's my best friend. You can't do tha-" I retorted as a man in black picked me up. But don't think I'm going to leave that room without a fight (I'm one tough cookie to beat). I punched and grabbed his shoulder to try and leap off it. He merely threw me down onto a chair and locked the waiting room. There was no point in trying. But I didn't want Melody to wake up with no one to comfort her, like what I had to go through, every damn day of my life. I threw a magazine at the door in frustration.

So I waited. It felt like days were going by but it was only 3 hours. The nurse came out and I was not scared to give her a piece of my mind but she raised a hand to stop me before I could even start.

"She took a heavy hit, especially the head. It was due to luck that she only received minor concussion though. She has broken her wrist and her back seems to be fine, she'll only suffer slight pain every hour or so. The injury on her stomach, however, is more severe. The skin on her abdomen had been pierced by a sharp piece of wood that we removed and fixed with stitches. Did you see what happened?"

"I- I was having a competition with my friend, we had gotten a teacher to supervise. I was about to shoot when she came out of nowhere and ran up behind the aim. My friend told me to shoot and I did. The target blew up, throwing her into the weapons shed. She landed on her wrist so I'm guessing thats why its broken. I saw a shard of wood stab into her stomach and I think she called for help but I didn't hear her. Then soon after, she lost consciousness. I took her here as fast as possible." I sniffed, wiping my nose on my jacket sleeve.

This was my fault. I shot the arrow.

"Well, you're lucky that you brought her here just in time, otherwise I fear that the worst might have occurred."

So in other words, I could have killed her. I should have never shot that arrow. I could've been a murderer. What if she never wakes up-

What if she never wakes up...