“Nathan?” His name crawled out of my throat like an unsure question at first, my voice wavering as if testing his name on my tongue for the first time and not sure about how it was supposed to be said.
His eyes were wide, and he was looking back at me as blood trickled and traveled down the side of his mouth. He didn’t scream the way I had when I was stabbed with that same knife, and that made me think that his situation was worse.
“How…what…” I couldn’t form a full question without my breath getting caught in my throat as I bent beside his body and tried to pull the knife out of his chest.
As soon as my palm connected with the knife, I knew that it would be close to impossible for me to pull it out.
My hands were tingly, and I couldn’t even hold on to the knife properly.
“Nailea, don
