I called 911, the operator was still on the phone, “apply pressure to the wound. The paramedics are on their way.” The operator said.
“I am but he's bleeding out.” I said in panic as tears fell down my cheeks.
“Love… Am I going to die?” Quin asked as he held on to my hand.
“No, you're not going to die. You'll be fine, Nick needs you and you're going to be there for him. You are.” I said trying to assure him but with the amount of blood that was on my hands and the floor I wasn’t so sure he’d survive, “how long before the ambulance gets here?!” I yelled at the operator.
“About a minute. Keep pressure on the wound.” The operator said.
“Tell Nick that… that I love him.” Quin struggled to say.
“No, you're going to tell him yourself.” I said as I felt someone pull me aside, the paramed
