They let me stay with Hunter as they drove him to the hospital, and I’m not sure if I would have been able to let go, even if they asked me. I feel like I’m outside myself. I saw the glint of the knife as the guy pulled it from his pocket. I couldn’t help but scream. The sound coming out of me—I didn’t recognize it. Pure panic. I don’t care what the guy accused him off, but he was about to stab him. Everything went so fast, Hunter turned to me and then I saw the knife go through his jacket, through his arm, the blood dripping over the jacket, making small rivers go down the leather. The look of pure shock on Hunter’s face…
I shudder and Hunter squeezes my hand. I look up at him. The nurses cleaned his arm and they’re about to patch him back up.
“It’s okay.” He tries to smile, but his eye
