Grace
He was propped up against the base of the counter. His shirt was covered in blood, he as pale, his eyes were closed, his jaw was clenched. His hand was pressed to his stomach, right between his floating ribs where blood seeped through his fingers as he tried to breath steadily. There was a huge stain on the carpet where he fell and bloody handprints along with a trail leading to where he was sitting now. I didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t dead, but he could be by the time Levi got back. Something in the back of my mind clicked and I started moving. I needed to stop the blood as fast as I possibly could. I rushed over to him, trying not to gag or get sick at the stick red bodily fluid that was soaking the front of his shirt and jeans. I ripped open his shirt EMT style and started cu
