"STEVE !!!"
Martin's exclamation was full of terror and despair. He had a warm, sticky liquid in his hand - blood.
Martin began to tremble. He knew he should do something, but he was so scared that he could only put his hands on the bleeding wound in a desperate gesture to stop the bleeding and repeat haphazardly:
"Steve, don't die! I am begging you, do not die! Steve ... "
Desperate, Martin began to look around for help. He saw Alston hanging up the phone.
"I called an ambulance," the third driver announced and crouched to the side. "What's with him? Is he…?"
Martin was too scared to check, but still looked at the face of the lying man. The artery in his neck was teeming with life.
"He's alive," he replied in a hoarse voice. "But he's bleeding so much ..."
"It'll be okay," Alston said. "You'll see, Martin, everything will be fine."
