~ Evie ~
Jack’s face is gray. His eyes are closed. There’s a tube in his mouth helping him breathe and bandages all over his chest where the bullets went in. Two shots. One in the shoulder, one in the side. The doctors said the second one nicked something important. They won’t tell me exactly what yet.
I keep holding his hand. It’s warm, but not warm like normal. “Jack,” I whisper, even though I know he can’t hear me. “You gotta stay with me, okay? You can’t leave us. Not now.”
The nurse just left after checking his numbers. She gave me that look - the one that means she’s trying to be nice but she doesn’t have good news. “His blood pressure is still low,” she said. “We’re giving him everything we can. The next few hours are critical.” Critical. That word keeps bouncing around in my hea
