Masked

As I walk past the table where Zayn and Liam had been sitting, I hear whispering.

"You're afraid of blood?"

"Yes."

"Well I'm afraid of dead people."

"You do know that people who get hit by cars aren't necessarily dead."

"I could say that they aren't necessarily bleeding."

"Sweet mother of science!"

I raise an eyebrow upon hearing the expression most commonly used by my best friend. Well, he isn't the only one I know who is hemophobic, but he is the only one I know who says that. Laughter erupts from the maple tree, standing inches away from the table.

"So you don't swear, huh?"

"What do you mean I don't swear, I just did!"

"You didn't say-"

"STOP RIGHT THERE, MR. STYLES!!!"

"You wanna stop me? You're gonna have to get me!"

I gasp, startled by the sudden impact as Harry races out from behind the tree and collides into me.

"Peanut butter and gelatin!" I exclaim, stumbling to the ground.

Harry cusses loudly.

"Sweet mother of science!" Liam says. Although I am facing the ground, I can imagine Liam facepalming himself, judging by the loud slap I have just heard. Either that or Harry has just thrown a mud ball at Liam, which is also possible. It must be the first of the two, judging from the groaning coming from Harry.

"What happened?" A loud voice asks. I try to look up, but the pain in my right side prevents me from doing so.

"I don't know, but they're bleeding!" Liam exclaims.

"Then why are you just standing there? Do something!"

"I... I can't!" Liam's voice is trembling-he's on the verge of crying.

"Easy Zayn, he's hemophobic," a feminine voice says.

"I could use some help here."

"So you really expect me to be all squeamish, just 'cuz I'm a girl, huh?"

"Well, I-"

"I'll get Harry, you get Louis. No complaints."

"But Angel-"

"Don't "but Angel" me, Mr. Malik!"

"But Harry's heavy!"

"You might want to hurry up before Louis bleeds to death!"

"Oh dear God." I feel a pang in my arm as Zayn lifts me up.

"Ow!" I exclaim, closing my eyes.

"Sorry Lou," Zayn says, taking my injured arm in one hand while supporting my body with the other hand.

I am unable to reply, as the pain has become unbearable. How on earth can Niall withstand an injury like this with only a flicker of emotion? By now, my tears must be soaking Zayn's shirt.

I manage to open my eyes wide enough to see Harry standing up, with a handkerchief covering his mouth. Next to him is a girl with super long brown hair and big eyes emphasised by mascara and eyeliner-Angel.

"Don't you dare try to talk," Angel tells Harry. "Believe me, it's worse than hell."

"You might want to tell Liam we're going to the hospital," Zayn says.

"I'm not deaf, I just can't look!" Liam shouts from near the maple tree.

I smile weakly, as I begin to slip into a state of unconsciousness. The last thing I hear is the sound of Zayn's voice and the last thing I feel is the pain in my arm.

Notes

I'll try to update as much as possible before I call it a day. I hope to finish the next chapter today.

P.S. Don't worry, no one dies yet :).