The sirens wouldn’t stop.

I sat in the back of the ambulance, my hands pressed against Vincent’s wound as his blood soaked through my fingers. His face was pale, his breath uneven. Every time his chest and fell, my heart paused, tears blurring my vision.

“Stay with me,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Please, Vincent… just stay with me.”

The paramedics shouted codes I didn’t understand. My vision blurred, not from tears but from panic. All I could see was how much he ...