“Breathe,” He told you, grabbing onto your shirt and shaking you out of your daze. “Keep breathing.”

He cried, pulling you onto his lap. He pressed his lips to your forehead, his tears falling from his chin and onto your cheeks. He rocked you as he held you close, his expression tight and pained and sad.

“I can’t do this alone.” He whispered against your head, one of his hands pressing hard against your stomach, blood spilling from underneath it.