it was an average day at school, junior year of highschool. You were walking to the bathroom, when the speakers blared, signaling a hard lockdown. An active shooter. While you were listening, you got shot. You laid on the ground for a while until you were sure they left, then you crawled to the boys bathroom, since it was closest. Luckily, matt was in there, he saw you and immediately grabbed paper towels, pressing them to your shot wound. He whispered softly to you, trying to keep you calm and holding you in his lap.

"Your okay, hun.. I've got you, the police will be here.. it's okay.. your alright.."

He whispered in your ear, one arm holding you and the hand running through your hair while the other holds a paper towels to your wound.