Hailey’s POV
The gunshot still echoed in my mind, leaving my ears ringing and my surroundings eerily silent. I stared down at Mrs. Alora, my confusion giving way to panic as I realized I had to act fast. I applied pressure to the wound, screaming for help as tears streamed down my face. My voice was the only sound I could hear, and I didn't care that my dress was getting ruined – all that mattered was saving Mrs. Alora's life.
Minutes felt like an eternity, but eventually, the ambulance arrived, responding to someone's frantic calls for help. The paramedics rushed to our side, and I sat beside Mrs. Alora in the ambulance, clutching her hands as they administered oxygen and first aid. My voice was hoarse from screaming, but I whispered the only words that mattered: "Stay with me, mom, ple
