LORENZO
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By the time I stepped out of her room, the blood had started soaking through my shirt. I didn’t feel the pain right away, but I could feel the warmth spreading, slow and sticky. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the adrenaline.
I didn’t bother heading to my room. I went straight downstairs, pulled my phone out, and called Ricardo.
He picked up after the third ring. “You know it’s past midnight, right?” His voice was low and groggy but I knew he wasn’t asleep yet.
“Come downstairs,” I said simply.
“What the f**k for?”
“Bring your kit,” I told him, hanging up before he could ask why.
I sat on the couch, letting my head fall back against it. The adrenaline was wearing off and the pain was beginning to sting.
Ricardo arrived a few minutes later, his hair a mess, his s
