~Maeve~
There is a rush around me. One minute, Dylan is being ripped from my arms and shifted onto a stretcher while I am being checked for injuries. When I attempt to get on the ambulance, I am being stopped by the police officers at the park, interrogating me about the details of the attack. But, the truth is, I don’t know. All I know is that Dylan lunged for me with a gun in his hands and then he had been a pile of arms and legs in my embrace as he wheezed from the pain. When I try to get that across to them, they don’t listen. Dylan is being taken away, with the paramedics attempting to stop his bleeding, an ambu bag pressed to his mouth while I am stuck here, being demanded for answers I don’t have. I don’t know the man who had taken the shot and I don’t know if Dylan knew the per
