Blood was everywhere.
Hot. Slippery. Thick between Noa’s fingers.
He pressed both hands to Alessio’s stomach, shaking so violently he couldn’t tell if it was the blood or his bones that were trembling. His voice cracked, stuck between begging and screaming. “Stay with me, stay with me Alec, don’t you dare f*****g leave me now”
Alessio’s lips parted, but only a small gasp escaped. No words. Just pain.
“No no, don’t go quiet. Say something. Yell at me. Tell me I’m stupid, tell me I talk too much say anything”
But Alessio’s eyes were rolling back, lids fluttering.
He was slipping.
“Noa!” Ivy’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp and terrified. “He’s crashing, we need to move him! Now!”
“I can’t let go,” Noa whispered, choking. “He’s still bleeding”
“I’ve got pressure,” Ivy said, shovi
