Elena's POV
Blood. So much f*****g blood.
I press my hands against Tommy's chest, feeling his ribs shift under my palms. Three broken, maybe four. Internal bleeding for sure. Through the bond, I can feel his pain like it's my own body getting crushed.
"Stay with me, Tommy," I whisper, reaching for gauze with one hand while keeping pressure on the wound with the other.
"Elena." His voice is barely a wheeze. "Am I gonna die?"
"Not if I have anything to say about it."
But even as I say the words, I can feel his life slipping away through the connection. The bond shows me everything - his punctured lung, the blood pooling in his chest cavity, the way his heart is struggling to pump.
"Derek, I need backup in the medical station," I call through the bond.
"Can't spare anyone right now,"
