SIENNA'S POV
“911, what's your emergency,” the voice from the operator boomed from the other end
“Please, help us! My… my… friend and I just got attacked. He has been stabbed!” I cried into the phone.
“Okay, Miss. Stay calm and keep your phone location on,” the operator instructed. “An ambulance is on its way. Please remain on the line.”
I barely registered the operator’s words. My gaze was fixed on Kalton, whose breathing was getting more and more shallow and uneven. The sight of his blood gushing out constantly made me cringe
Minutes seemed like years. I heard the wail of an ambulance from a distance, but instead of the familiar white hospital vehicle with a touch of red - a sleek, black Acura zdx car screeched to stop in front of the apartment. My confusion deepened as Richard and
