I got to my hands and knees and spit blood onto the grass.

“Gabriel, don't move.”

“Fuck that. I'm getting out of here.”

I had no other thought but to get away. The threat was gone but I still needed to move.

“I'll help but stop trying to do it by yourself. Come on.”

She placed an arm under my shoulder. It hurt and I sucked in a loud breath.

“Don't stop,” I told her. “Get me out of here.”

“Your ...