The blood was warm. That was the thing no one told you about dying from the inside out it felt like being wrapped in a heavy, wet blanket of your own making. I lay across Razack’s shoulders as he sprinted toward the hidden clinic, the red streaks from my eyes staining his tactical vest. Every breath I took felt like I was inhaling crushed glass, but I didn't care.
My eyes were fixed on Elias, who was running ahead of us with Sasha in his arms. My son. My real, breathing, heartbeat of my heart son.
"Almost there, Esther! Stay with me!" Razack’s voice was a ragged growl. His lungs were wheezing, and I could feel his muscles bunching and straining under my weight. "Don't you dare close your eyes. Look at me!"
"I'm looking..." I whispered, but the world was nothing more than a hazy, crimson
