You tell 'em! You tell 'em, Reed! That's my brother, asshole! Get your fucking hands off me! Hah! Who's a big bad bully now? Huh, motherfucker? Bryan wanted to say, but had to content himself with thinking at his kidnapper really hard.</i> Reed. Reed was his fucking hero, now and forever. He sorta already was, but now it had to be like, official or something.
Then there was a hot spray of blood, and that smug face was finally gone from his sight. "Take that, bitch!" Bryan tried to say, his voice hoarse from screaming, and now crying. Then he was squealing and struggling again, aggravating the breaks in his bones and his dislocated shoulder when he saw the last man point the gun in the direction of Reed's voice. He tried to kick him, but he couldn't reach. But then the guy jerked once, twice, and three times and fell to the ground.
In the silence that followed, Bryan's breath came in loud, rasping sobs. Fortunately, everyone around was probably a little deaf from all the gunfire. He started kicking the gurney, desperate for someone to get him out of it. He craned his neck as far as he could and eyes blurry with tears finally saw his big bro coming to his rescue.