Maxten's POV
I put Lyla in the back of the SUV that was waiting for us. Amy had agreed to come with us, and I was thankful that she was here.
"Maxten, you are going to have to press as hard as you can on that wound. She has lost a lot of blood."
I pulled my shirt off and pressed it into her gunshot wound as hard as I could, and I was thankful that she was out cold right now because I knew how bad this hurt, and she doesn't deserve anymore pain. This should never have happened to her.
I watched as Amy started an IV and had fluid going into her, and then she had me pull my shirt off, and we rolled her over and saw that the bullet had gone completely through. She grabbed something from her bag and started shoving into her and then rolled her back over, and I started applying pressure
