“Oh, fuck... fuck...” Greg looked around. “I won’t tell you, but you are not I swear... Come on...” He placed one hand firmly on the stab wound and reached down to try to wrap an arm around Nate. The wound didn’t go all the way through. That had to be some sort of a good sign right? He tried with all his might to push Nate forward and out of the doorway, but one handed it was really hard. He couldn’t remove his hand though or Nate would bleed out. He reached around into his pocket but his phone wasn’t there. “Shit...” He growled, reaching down to feel Nate’s pockets. Luckily Nate had his phone on him.
He needed to call 911, but if he did that it wouldn’t put Nate in less danger. It would simply make him a man who had defied death twice. He leaned forward and laid his head against Nate’s shoulder. “I don’t know what to do... Please, God, help me... I can’t just let you die here but living is no safer.” He was silent for a moment just listening to his and Nate’s breathing. “I have to stitch you up. I have to stitch you and get you out of here. Take you away somewhere. Lisa loved France...” He was saying mostly to himself as he reached over to brush hand through his little brother’s hair. “I need you to keep your eyes open. Come on. We are gonna do this. Put your arms around my neck, come on...”
They were on their feet and in a very clumsy manner, Greg was leaning against the wall when the door creaked open. His eyes widened and he was more than prepared to reach for his gun. He looked Fallon over, vaguely remembering her. She was a nurse, right? “You have the most amazing timing...” He said in a quiet voice, shaking his head. “--please help me.”
