Elijah hovered over you as you cried, sputtering out blood. Gasping for air and wheezing. He pressed his hand against your bleeding gun wound in your stomach.

“I know baby, I know..” He said, panic in his voice. Your boyfriend never cried, never. “SOMEBODY HELP ME!..” Elijah shouted out, his voice echoing throughout the silent sky. “Please..” He begged, grabbing your hand with his spare one and holding it to his lips. “You'll be okay, baby, I promise.. I can't lose you.. I still need you..”