| M A C K E N Z I E |
"Come on, help me put her on the couch." I instruct as I go behind the girl and help her stand while Denise and Shannon stand on each side of her to make sure she keeps her balance, pained whimpers leaving her mouth as we help her get up.
Once we do that, we walk her over to the closest couch and carefully lay her on her back as I rush to grab a small shawl covering the couch arm rest, rolling it up into a small square shaped ball thing and pressing it on her abdomen to reduce the blood loss, causing her to cry in pain as I press her wound.
"Why hasn't this healed?" I hear Shannon question as we watch the white shawl stain with blood.
"Maybe she was stabbed with silver." Denise responses but with a tone of uncertainty.
Her scent is a bit hard to detect but I can
