Bridgit’s POV:
How can you tell if you're dead?
This is the question I contemplated while waiting for Samantha to return. Why? Well because I thought for sure I was dead.
I didn't know how much time had passed. I couldn't remember how to breathe. I kept fading in and out of consciousness. I had attempted to get up and keep a lookout, but the steel rod protruding from my arm kept me from moving very much. Anytime the metal moved, not only did it send waves of agony through my arm, but blood would start flowing freely from the wound once again. I was almost certain it hit some sort of major artery, as I knew I lost a lot of blood. The stains on Leonardo's carpet kept reminding me of that.
In order to keep myself awake, I tried to give myself some sort of first aid. It took what seemed
