JACE ‘JR’ ASHER/TRIGGER
“J-Jace, THE BABY”
“T-the baby”
Her blood oozed from that spot on her chest I was trying so hard to apply fucking pressure on.
Her eyes were dimming and there was nothing I could do as I held her, my hands trying their best to incorporate every single fucking thing I had learnt from B&A about handling a situation like this.
“Stay with me, princess. Okay? S-stay with me”
My voice croaked; my heart pumped so hard I could hear the blood thrum in my ears with an uproar.
She was making it. She was going to make it. The baby was going to make it.
She had to. They fucking had to.
My hands were bloody, covered with her life, covered with my mistakes, when she opened her lips to speak, I saw life ebb out of her the same way my mother and father’s screams had assaulted my ears as fire took them away from me.
“Luce? Lucia? Come on, baby. Don’t, don’t do this. Don’t—”
