Alexie:
The scent of her blood made me rush up the stairs and into our part of the house. She's standing in the middle of the balcony looking out into the water. The emotions coming off of her are hostile. Her right arm is bloody. The blood is dripping from a wound on her shoulder, down her arm, and onto the tiles. She's been standing there for a while because there's a small puddle around her right foot.
"Trouble, we have to fix your arm," I wasn't able to get too close when she revealed a handgun in her left hand without looking back at me.
"I tried to get it to stop but it doesn't want to," she answered. Her words came out in a slur. Either she's been drinking again or it's the blood loss. Maybe both. "I won't die. This thing inside of me isn't going to let me die just
