Paul went wide-eyed. His brain didn't seem to function and the knife plunged into his heart, his breath caught sharply as the blade made contact, the sensation of pressure followed by a searing pain radiating from the wound. His legs, however, operated independently and they kicked away the masked man, ripping him away from the weapon.
The wound, though shallow, sent a jolt of intense discomfort through their body, causing them to gasp in pain. The initial shock gave way to a throbbing ache, the area around the injury tingling and stinging as adrenaline surged through their veins.
"W-what the—" Paul's hand instinctively pressed against the wound and the embedded blade, his fingers coming away with a smear of crimson. Despite the shallowness of the wound, blood welled up, staining his clothes.
A shallow stab, nothing life-threatening.
