~Joanna
I couldn't watch Joanna in danger any longer. As Samson hesitated with his grip on the gun, I knew I had to act.
I sprang up from the floor, ready to tackle Samson. But before I could reach him, he fired.
The bullet hit me, pain searing through my chest as I collapsed to the ground.
I heard Joanna screaming my name, her voice a high-pitched wail as she ran to my side. "Lanre, no," she sobbed, her hands grasping at my shoulders. "Please, hold on. Please."
I could feel myself fading away, the world growing dim around me as I looked up into Joanna's tear-streaked face.
"I don't want to die," I managed to croak out, my voice a dry rasp. "At least, not yet."
I saw Grandpa Benedict rushing towards us, his face pale and his eyes wide.
"Joanna, call an ambulance," he shouted, his h
