FREYA'S POV
Tears streamed down my face as I pleaded with Marshall to hang on, to fight for his own life. Every fiber of my being yearned for him to recover, to have a chance at a future together. I refused to accept the possibility of a life without him, and in that moment, I made a desperate plea to the woman who had stopped to help.
"Please, help him!" my voice trembled with raw emotion as I looked at the compassionate stranger who had come to my aid. "He's hurt, he needs help. We need to get him to a hospital."
The woman, a kind-looking middle-aged bystander, immediately sprang into action. "Don't worry, dear, we'll get him some help. Let's call an ambulance right away." She fished out her phone and dialed for emergency services while I cradled Marshall's head in my lap, trying to
