The Warrior and the Bouncer Part 18
My sobs died down after a while. It had to have been a while because it felt like I'd been holding him for hours. I begged and cajoled. I tried threats and promises. His breathing was weak, but it was still there. As long as he was breathing, I wouldn't stop trying to get him to come back. I could hear voices around me. I didn’t pay attention to them until a pair of large hands pulled me off of Keith. My body was cold as I stood over him. It felt like my chest was empty. “Jill…. Jill, how much of this is your blood? I can’t smell who it all belongs to. The scent of the lion’s blood and gunpowder is too strong.” Someone said. He turned me away from Keith. I recognized him. Why wasn’t my brain making the connection? I knew him. “f**k. I think she’s in shock.” He said to someone else.
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