There were dozens of holes in the floor and walls with bullets resting inside. KJ was near enough from Richie to snatch the gun away from him. He grabbed the slide of the gun, when Richie was grabbing the grip, his fingers tried to press the trigger.
Gunshots continued. Not by Richie, but by the guards who were bribed by Richie guarding the doors. Everyone scrambled away, desperate to find a second exit with no guards. The girl was dragging Cevil as far away from the crowd as possible, afraid that the unconscious boy would fall into the unfortunate stampede. Finally, she reached the stage, right below the fighting men. She laid Cevil on the floor, his head against the wall. She dug into her satchel and produced a bandage and some bottles of medicine. She lifted Cevil's hand away from the wound, letting it rest on the ground. Blood was still flowing out of his wound. She opened Cevil's shirt – not unbuttoning but cut it into half with a red sharp scissor that was also kept in her satchel. Trying to calm herself down, she searched for sanitizer in her satchel. She poured the liquid over her hand to clean her hands. Although Cevil was unconscious, she could see him sweating, his chest rising and lowering. He sensed the pain; he was trying hard to hold it and was breathing hard. She grabbed a small bottle from her satchel, flipped open the lid and poured the water over Cevil's wound violently. Then, she grabbed some gauze pads then pressed it against the wound. Within seconds, the pads were dyed red. Quickly, she bandaged his abdomen, covering the wound.
Out of a sudden, she felt something grip her arm.
Cevil was staring at her, she stared back. They gazed at each other for some moments. Cevil had tried to speak, but he was too weak. He nodded his thanks instead. She did not react to it, she continued with the bandaging.
More gunshots were heard from the crowd.
Somehow, KJ managed to subdue Richie. He had attacked Richie in the stomach with his knees while snatching the gun from Richie. Richie loosened the gun and KJ caught hold of it. Then, he knocked Richie out with an elbow strike and ran off the stage to help. He noticed Cevil awake and stopped a while beside him. Then KJ turned around and disappeared into the crowd. With the help of the girl, Cevil was able to stand. But as he stood up, the pain only seemed to get worse; he didn't care. The girl sighed, helping him as he stumbled forward, but tripped very soon. He lay dizzy on the floor, watching the disaster happening in front.
Very soon, he heard sirens outside the stadium. He guessed there were a lot. The sirens were able to be heard despite the shouting. Brightness burst into the stadium as the doors were forced open by the cops. He closed his eyes, blinded. He didn't know how long it had been, but after he opened his eyes, the shouting had stopped, people had calmed down and started crouching with their hands over their heads. After three minutes, the cops had subdued the scene. The guards with guns were gone – in the police car, handcuffed. Some were led out of the stadium or settled aside, giving testimony to the cops. Then it came to the injured ones. There was blood on the floor. Some people had been stepped over; their bones broke. Now he realized what the gunshots were. It was made from the guards, the guards that were shooting the audiences when they were trying to escape. The sight of corpses lying on blood pools were registered into Cevil's eyes. He turned his head, about to throw up.
Some cops were carrying Richie, who was still unconscious, down the stage. A German policeman noticed Cevil was injured, resting, and approached them.
"Wie geht es dir?" He had a deep voice, and it sounded experienced.
Cevil exchanged glances with KJ who replied, "Leider können wir nur sehr wenig Deutsch und können uns nicht gut verständigen."
The policeman sighed, turned and went away. Not long after he went, a policewoman came. She was short for her age and was slightly plump. Her hair was as black as coal and was tied up into a bun. "Oh. Es tut mir Leid. My colleague isn't capable of speaking English, he got me here." she said as soon as she reached them. Cevil managed to smile weakly at her. "Gosh! I see you're heavily injured! Why hadn't anyone noticed you?" She exclaimed as she saw the wound and blood. Cevil saw her pressing a button on her intercom, then she said, "Senior, I'm in front of the stage." Cevil was surprised that she spoke English to her colleague. She turned round and waved her hand towards another policeman somewhere far away. "There's someone heavily injured here, with a bullet in his stomach. He seemed to have lost a lot of blood. Please summon help..." she let her hand off the button and turned towards Cevil. "Don't worry, you will be escorted to the hospital, it's not far from here, probably just five minutes. You'll get the best treatment." Just ten seconds after she summoned help, four ambulance corps came running towards them, bringing a stretcher at the same time. Cevil found himself being pulled to his feet and was soon lying on the stretcher. He was given an oxygen mask, which was when he realized that he already had breathing difficulties earlier when he was injured, but he was too tensed up to notice anything. There was only one seat available, which KJ sat. Cevil had a lot of questions to ask, but he did not have the strength. He lay on the stretcher, dizzy and uncomfortable.