EIGHTY
Ambulance – Shots – Road – Police – Blood – Nathan – Numb
Blood blossomed on Nathan's shoulder, painting a red flower on the chest of his shirt. He looked horrified.
I threw myself on top of him, knocking him over, so both of us lay flat on the road.
My breath caught in my throat. Was he shot in the heart or lungs? I wanted to pull off his shirt and check the damage, but getting my weird, twisted, numb hands to grasp his shirt was hard to do.
"Don't leave me," I told him raggedly.
He gaped like a fish out of water. His mouth moved but no words came out.
Please, not his heart or lungs. Please don't let me watch this man die for helping me.
After a few moments, he made an effort to speak. "It's all right." He forced the words out. He said something else, but it was drowned out
