*Giovani*
“Fuck,” I cursed, throwing my gun to the ground as I rushed over to Tallon and Dahlia’s side. She was pale, much too pale. She looked like a corpse.
I shook the thought from my mind as I touched her neck, searching for a pulse. She had to be alive. She just had to be.
Softly, I felt it–a small little pulse of a heartbeat just beneath my fingertips.
She was alive.
But she wouldn’t be for long.
“Put pressure on her wound, now!” I snapped at Tallon, grabbing the ends of her blood-soaked shirt and pulling it up until I spotted the entry wound.
“Pressure, Tallon!” I screamed at the teen, who snapped out of the trance he was in, glancing at me with wild trembling eyes before nodding shakily.
He pressed both of his hands onto the wound, holding it, and I sighed as I checked her for any other injuries.
