14
My vision blurs from the tears, coursing down my cheeks. Andrew’s eyes have started to close. “Stay with me!” Got to get him out of here. Right now. I put my g*n back in the holster; Andrew’s weapon is on the carpet, the torch at the top still on. Pushing his limp body into a seated position, I hook my arms under his armpits. “You’re gonna be fine. I promise.” I drag his heavy body backwards, inch by inch, towards the stairs, looking over my shoulder for guidance. Got to get out of this f*****g house. Out of Crandale. I make my way down the stairs, struggling to stay balanced with every step. “You’re doing great. Nearly there. I’m gonna get you to a hospital.”
My foot misses a step.
I plummet down the last half of the stairs, taking Andrew with me. My body crashes onto the hallway ca
