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Jenna knelt beside Greyson, pressing her hand against his wound as hard as she could. She had to stop the blood. There was so much. She had to stop it.
“Don’t you dare die! I will not be known as the crazy employee who finished you off!” Tears blurred her vision, but she held tight. She couldn’t remember who she knocked out of the way on her race to help Greyson, but she knew they were all behind her. Someone’s shirt was wrapped around Greyson’s shoulder, drenched in blood.
He was unconscious, sprawled on his back with a crimson halo.
Sirens screamed in the distance. It seemed as though it was only a blink of time before she was nudged out of the way by a swarm of blue. A blanket wrapped around her, and a bottle of water was pressed in her bloodstained hands. She clung to it.
“Jenn
