A hail of bullets soared around us again, and I could hear the waitress screaming from the back in Japanese. Jared yelled something back to her and then turned to me.
The red table cloth had made the journey with us, and I was tangled in it. I covered my head as the next barrage of bullets surged through the restaurant. When I looked up, I noticed a red stain on Jared’s shirt that grew larger with every passing second.
“Jared!”
He looked at me with confusion and then followed my line of sight to his shoulder.
“It’s fine,” he said, shaking his head dismissively. “Are you okay?” he yelled over the breaking glass and gunfire, ducking as he spoke.
I nodded, watching Jared’s confused expression turn to concern. He looked down at his thigh and touched his pants.
“Did you get hit in the leg, too?” I asked, ducking with another onslaught of gunfire.
“No…I….” he said, looking back at me. Suddenly his eyes widened and he looked down to my lap, pulling at the tablecloth twisted around me. Finally freeing me from the fabric, he yanked up the skirt of my dress, seeing a bloody mess on my thigh.
“Oh my God, Nina, you’re hit.”
We exchanged fearful expressions just as the next barrage of bullets ricocheted through the room. My brain registered the pain the moment I saw the wound, and a searing sensation immediately radiated from the bullet hole in all directions.
“You’re going to be okay!” Jared yelled over the breaking glass, his face tightening.
The restaurant was being torn apart by bullets. The walls and tables were splintered, the floor covered in glass shards. He pulled the tie from his neck and looped it around my upper thigh, yanking it tight, and then he wadded up the table cloth and pressed it against my leg. The sting intensified as it shot throughout my body, and I cried out in pain.
Jared’s face tensed and he lifted his hand from the table cloth, both dark red with my blood. He put more pressure on it and I cried out again.
He shook his head. “I’ve got to get you out of here.”
He kept his hand on my leg as he backed up to the station beside me, and then slowly leaned his head out. He immediately jerked back, narrowly dodging dozens of shots aimed directly at him. Whoever was outside only had to keep us pinned down until I bled to death, and they would succeed in killing us both.
Jared’s eyes searched the room in desperation. He scanned the ceiling and walls, and attempted to see what was in the back, ducking at another set of bullets. When more firing resounded, I noticed that those shots sounded different, closer.
I pulled his hand from my leg and pressed my hand on the tablecloth, wincing. “Go, Jared. Find a way out.”
“I won’t leave you,” he said, desperate.
I took in a deep breath, trying to focus beyond the pain. “If you don’t, we’re both going to die.”
Jared clinched his eyes shut and pressed his lips together, the clash of priorities sending him into anguish. He turned to me, his eyes midnight blue.
“I’m going to go straight down the hall to see if there’s another way out, and then I’m coming back, okay? I’m going to get us out of here,” he promised.
I smiled and nodded, my eyes glossing over. “I know.”
He grabbed each side of my face and kissed me on the lips first, and then on the forehead.
More bullets cascaded through the building, and the different pitch of gunfire was just behind us. Jared pulled me close and I flinched at our impending end.
Jared laughed and I looked up, seeing Claire ten feet away, her back against a concrete pillar.
“Thought I’d come join the party!” Claire called to us, throwing a gun to Jared and then situating herself with her rifle.
“I love you, baby sister!” Jared cried.
Claire winked at him. “I told you that you’d figure that out one of these days!” She cocked her gun and then looked up, took a deep breath, and then twisted her body, taking several shots before turning back around to escape the return fire.
She turned to Jared, then. “You’ve got four in the upper floors of the North building, two behind the dumpster, four each on both roofs, and three on the ground, on your ten, twelve and two. I’ll stay here with Nina. You go clean house.”
Jared smiled and turned to me. “Hang on, honey. I’ll be back in a sec.”
“Have a good day at work,” I smiled.
Claire tossed him a few more clips of ammunition, and then he leaned into me, his lips pressing hard against mine. “Promise me you’ll stay awake.”
“I promise,” I whispered, and then he disappeared.
Claire was beside me in the next moment, and she immediately pressed down on the table cloth.
“Agh!” I screamed.
“You’ve got to keep pressure on that, dummy, or you’re going to bleed out before we get you to the hospital,” she barked, taking a few shots behind us with her rifle.
I closed my eyes and shook my head. “Bitch,” I said, laughing when Claire did.
“Open your eyes, Nina! You have to stay awake!” she yelled, patting my cheek.