Gone 6 Skye's POV I sat on the back of Blake's bike as I saw my house. Burnt down. Police. Ambulance. My mind flashed backwards. My birth parents, I was 3. The house was on fire. People shooting at us. They threw me out the door and let the house collapse on them. The flashback ended and I felt like everything paused for a moment when I got off my bike. I walked towards the door shakily and a cop stopped me. I told them I was their daughter and he said I needed to go back to the adoption agency. I stood still not getting into his car. I looked back at Blake, who was stand beside his bike staring blankly at my house. I walked over to him slowly. "Thank you. For everything. Nobody else has ever cared except you. Yet now I may never see you again," I said softly looking in his eyes. Blake said, "It will be OK." I heard a gunshot and then people came out from behind the house. My leg got shot and I fell to the ground with my heart pounding. Blake picked me up and ran to the mans car. The last thing I remember is Blake placing me in a seat next to him in the car, then the world went black. I woke up in a hospital, tubes connected to me and an oxygen mask on me. The doctor said I had a few major burns and cuts. But they got the bullet out of my leg, but it was still not fully healed yet. The doctor gave me a bouquet of tulips. I read the card, it said "Skye, I know this is a bad time. I love you and I hope your ok. I will be at the hospital with you at 6 pm today. Love-Blake" I took in the words as I fell asleep, star struck. Blake's POV I walked into Skye's hospital room at 6. She was asleep, holding the flowers I left for her. I looked at her silently, she was laying on her side, her skin was pale. She woke up and looked at me. "I read your note." She said, "and I l-love you too," she spoke in a quiet voice. The doctor brought her grandparents into the room next door to talk about a surgery. I heard them talking. They couldn't afford the only surgery that could save her #life. I opened my wallet and scanned through the emergency money my rich parents gave me. I walked into the room and gave the doctor my wallet. "Count it up. That is just enough money to pay for the entire surgery. Take it," I said, looking straight at the doctor. He said it would cover it. I walked back into Skye's room with him. We looked at each other. We knew there was a chance we would never see each other again.