"Clara...nooo"! Max yelled, rushing to me. He held my hand pulling my hand with the knife away from my wrist. I struggled to retaliate his actions, and before we knew it, one of us got stabbed.
I lowered my eyes to check myself but I was clean. But the knife had dug deep into the lower part of his abdomen. My eyes widened in shock as I watched his eyes grow dim by every passing minute. He moved slowly, collapsing on the floor. "Max"!! I screeched, crawling to his side. He was coughing, wincing in pain. "I-I'm so s-sorry", I cried, squatting by him. I compressed the wound with my hand, looking around.
"Phone...", I repeated, taking it from my pocket. "No...n-not the ambulance...C-Cathy", he stammered stretching his hand. He was losing a lot of blood. I dialed her number quickly,
