Rain night incident

It was a dark, stormy night. A 13-year-old girl couldn't fall asleep, her heart ached. She felt something might be wrong with her partner, she'd warned him not to go there by himself lately, since she had a bad feeling about it. But she knew he could dismiss it. Something was telling her he could go there alone, and something bad might happen. In the end, she threw on her dress and ran from downstairs, out of her home, through the rain with lightning flashing above her, to the abandoned building at the edge of town. Nothing could stop her from protecting him. When she got there, she realized the front door is locked, so she smashed the boarded up window and got inside. Knowing where he might be if he was really there, she strode down the hallway. That's when she heard the heart-rending scream. She stormed into the distant room without hesitation and what she saw made her frеeze. Blood was everywhere. Her partner was injured in the most gruesome way imaginable. She immediately rushed to him, acting now completely on autopilot. Ripping off a piece of her dress, she tied it around his worst bleeding wounds as tight as she could as makeshift tourniquets, getting him into half-seated position. He was crying in agony, begging her to do something as she told him to be silent. She was in shock, more than even that, but she also did everything to help him — mechanically even, just with one single though left in her tormented mind, to save him. He didn't want to die, and she promised him she will help. She must. He is her everything. The girl managed to calm him, and then ran outside to get an ambulance. Pragmatic logic she had always automatically turned on in emergencies was telling her he didn't have a lot of time, so she ran fast. He'd lost a lot of blood, and could get an infection, but the only way to get help was to find a phone booth, which was a couple of blocks away. As she finally reached it, she didn't even stop to steady her breathing. She quickly dialed 911. Had to dial twice since thunderstorm was ruining connection. Finally, operator's voice came through the cracking line. She immediately told all information needed. She tried to remain level-headed and assertive, keeping her voice steady, but it was breaking - something completely unusual for her. However, she had no care for it now. She only needed an ambulance. Operator eventually said ambulance could arrive within 15 minutes. They tried to keep the girl on the talk, but as soon as she heard what she needed, she hung up, darting back to the building. As she returned to the room, she froze in the doorway for a moment. Her partner was still sitting against the wall, but his head was hanging - he seemed to be unconscious. In icy horror, she approached and shook him lightly, calling him. He came to his senses, breathing faintly. She couldn't feel no relief - he was burning up, infection from rust slowly taking over. Immediately, she assured ambulance was coming. That he's going to be okay. She wanted to hug him to provide at least some comfort, but didn't dare to do so as it could hurt him more. He was whimpering. Cold rain kept dripping in an indifferent rhythm, the only sound breaking ringing silence, darkness looming over them - left at the mercy of fate in that godforsaken place. She felt like losing it. But she knew, if he died, she won't leave him - she'll die too. Repeating 'it'll be okay' over and over in a detached, mechanical way, she held him in her arms now that he couldn't even stay upright anymore. Eerie shadows loomed in the hall, but it didn't matter. The girl looked into nowhere. Until sirens echoed from somewhere outside, growing louder. Ambulance arrived at the entrance - the girl ran to get them, and soon paramedics put her partner on the gurney to then go out of the building and load him into the vehicle. They didn't want to let the girl come with them, but she was adamant - so they decided against wasting time on that. She got inside to sit beside her partner, who was already unconscious. Only one thought was on her mind, that it should have been her. She should have gotten hurt, not him. When they arrived at the hospital, doctors promptly took her partner to the operating room, leaving her alone to sit in the empty waiting area. Thoughts attacked her relentlessly - she was breaking, for the first time in forever forced to remember the first incident, first girl's accidental murder. It was raining that night, like now. She hated rain, more than anything in the world. She killed the first girl, and her partner got so horribly hurt because of her too, she got him involved into all this, she killed a lot, even the first girl's father - only because partner said he was worrying him, she was the only one responsible. She sat there staring blankly into oblivion, in a darkest place mentally. The world was in a standstill - everything went down. Nurses kept coming and going, whispering among themselves about how even if patient survived, he'd stay disabled and be in pain for the rest of his life, then about the girl, considering making her leave, but eventually going about their business. Operation went long, her friend had flatlined multiple times. In the cold morning, doctor finally approached her to say her partner came to his senses and expressed a wish to see her. Not listening, she bolted straight to the ICU room, throwing the door open to see her partner in bed, bandaged all over with numerous tubes attached and machines around beeping, sustaining his life - monitor showing his heartbeat. She felt drained as she slowly staggered to fall on her knees at his bed, crying for the second time in her entire life as she kept saying it's okay for him. He was still in a daze, but managed to talk - and with a purpose. He at last decided to reveal everything he'd been hiding from her. Those were things she couldn't really comprehend, deciding he was only being delusional. But when he told her about what actually happened in abandoned building tonight, it got her into a set-on-elimination state. Life left her eyes for good, making even him feeling uneasy. But she waited until he fell asleep before going out of the room, then the hospital - striding down the street, where the sun was already up behind the clouds, but it was still drizzling. She headed for the very building again, now completely void of anything but goal - destroy everything in that place. She went in, only to get a jerrican and splash gasoline all around the halls. Stopping in the doorway, she took a box of matches out of her pocket and lit one, sending it flying it into the building. Everything instantly went ablaze, roar coming with the crash of collapsing walls and ceilings. Bright scarlet flames burst out of the windows, sending thick acrid smoke into indifferent cloudy sky. On the doorstep, there sat a small figure in black bloodstained dress with her red hair fluttering in the wind, staring off into space with a strangely calm expression. Remaining far away, she didn't react to anything around her, quietly humming. Nothing could snap her out of it anymore. That night world had changed for her forever, everything shifted. Striped of defence by a new life-shaking experience, she was past reverting. Broken. Plane of responsibility was now far too large for her to shut down. From that moment on, nothing would ever be the same as before.