Trevor held his shoulder and was shuddering. I knelt down beside him, placing his head on my lap. Pulling out my phone.
"I'll call 911," I practically yelled as I punched the numbers on my phone.
Trevor's voice was shaking. "N-n-o. They can't help m-e. It's a silver bullet," he said, looking at me.
"What do I do? How can I help?" I asked frantically.
"Y-ou have to get the bullet out. Then, use my phone to call Harry, "he said.
"How do I get the bullet out?" I asked quickly.
"A knife," he said before yelling in pain.
I got up, ran to my kitchen and grabbed my knife. I ran back to him, and Trevor had begun dragging himself across the floor into the house. He kicked the door shut with his foot with a loud bang. Blood smeared across the carpet, but I didn't care at this point.
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