Damien’s POV
The sirens were faint in my ears and then they grew louder and louder.
Around me, people were murmuring and whispering to themselves, some recording this with their phones.
But I didn't mind it, my focus was on Elena in front of me.
She lay limp in my arms, her head rolling slightly as her breathing hitched.
My hands were soaked in her blood.
Fuck! She lost a lot of blood already.
Every second felt like a countdown to something irreversible.
“Stay with me,” I muttered to her, my voice firm still. “Elena, don’t close your eyes on me.”
Her eyes began to flutter, becoming heavier.
She didn't have long.
“Dammit!” I pressed harder against the wound, feeling the blood seep through my fingers. “Somebody help!”
And then, I headd the screeching of tires before I saw
