Eight
Ryan and Sarah descend on Rob, hollering at everyone to put their bows down immediately. The back of his denim pant leg is quickly darkening with blood, and my knees are quickly weakening at its sight.
“Don’t you dare faint,” Sam says. “I know how you are around icky stuff.” He leads me to the gazebo steps and sits me down. “Breathe. I’ll see what I can do to help.”
Contrary to Ryan’s barked orders, Nikki stands with her bow still in her hands, her eyes wide, face pale. “I didn’t mean to. Oh my god, I didn’t mean to, I swear.”
“What the HELL, Nikki? Aaahhhhhh!”
“I didn’t mean to! It slipped!”
“Bow DOWN!” Sarah says, again like she’s talking to a toddler. Nikki drops the bow onto the sand.
Adalynn steps in, dropping to her knees next to Rob, Ryan, and Sarah. “Don’t remove the a
