I ripped his shirt and tore off a bit of fabric to apply pressure to the bleeding wound. Donte was turning pale and his breathing became wheezy as he fought for every breath. He was lying in a pool of blood which was seeping into my dress as I knelt beside him. I pressed my hand against the fabric and looked at Donte.
“I need you to stay with me Donte, don’t close your eyes!” I demanded, trying to stop the bleeding from his chest. He didn’t respond, he just started to roll his head from side to side.
“Do you know where you are?” I asked him, trying to keep him talking.
“The side of the house” he groaned.
“Good, good. Do you know what happened?” I asked, checking to see if the bleeding was slowing down. He didn’t respond, instead his eyes started to close.
“No, no Donte, open your e
