Olive was covered in blood. Even her red dress was darker because of the dark liquid . Her face was bleeding and blood was gurgling out her mouth as she struggled to breathe. She was half conscious despite all the pain.

"Olive! Baby!" Wayne panicked as he saw her in that state. He held the glass in his arm and pulled it out abruptly, slicing his palm in the process. But did it matter? Of course it didn't matter to him. Olive was dying here.

"Baby, hang in there. Hang in there for ...