Soldiers were shooting at us. A bullet lodged into the edge of my right arm. It hurt a lot. The bullets were like lasers. It burned so much that I screamed. I fell to the ground. My eyes were watering. I was at the verge of crying. 

“Dylan?” Ava looked back at me. 

My arm was bleeding. Rob’s friend turned back. He looked shocked when he saw my arm. Ava helped me up. I held her hand and kept running. We ran into a big white van on the road and drove off. 

“We need to get you help, Dylan!” he said.

“How do you know my name?” I asked.

“I am Eric, remember, after the subway?”

“Oh,” Finn said. Those were the last words spoken for the whole car drive. I couldn’t feel my arm. It was dripping blood all over the seat, but Ava didn’t care. She sat next to me anyway. 

My arm didn’t hurt as much as it did earlier. I couldn’t move or feel my arm, wrist, or any part of my hand. Ava held my injured arm in her hands. She grabbed a water bottle next to her and poured the water on to my arm. It burned my arm, but it cleared most of the blood. Eric parked the van, put some sort of medicine on my arm, and wrapped it in a bandage. The bandage went from my hand all the way up to my elbow.

I looked at Wyatt. He was still not awake. He sat there and shifted his position a little bit, but that was it. Eventually, I went to sleep.

…

I haven’t had sleep in a long time. It felt good to sleep like that. I slept so well that I forgot about my arm. I looked at Jacy. She looked at me, scared and confused. I knew what she had just gone through with her parents dead and she being taken prisoner by the Nazis to a concentration camp.

I kept finding Ernest looking at her. It looks like Ernest had developed a crush on her. Then, a plan started to form in my head. Ernest was always the nerdy outsider, who no one really cared for. I kind of felt sorry for him. If I could get Jacy and Ernest to be really good friends, Ernest would no longer be so lonely nor Jacy.