~Storme~
“Theo!”
A wave of panic jolted through me as I watched his body fall with a thud to the ground. I quickly knelt beside him, bringing his head up to my lap.
“Theo, open your eyes. Look at me.”
His body was burning beneath my hands. His eyes, hazy with pain, flickered open and struggled to focus on me. His breaths were shallow, his skin clammy, and the wounds across his chest and arms bled freely, soaking into the dirt beneath him.
He was dying.
“No. No, no, no.” I whimpered, shaking him, “I’m here Theo. Look at me, please.”
He wasn’t responding. It almost looked like he was dead. His pulse was almost unnoticeable, and his breathing had almost seized.
Panic clawed up my throat. “No, please, I will not let you die,” I cried, “You cannot die now, not when I’m here.”
I pressed
