"It hurts."
âI know⊠Just⊠hold on tight, eh? Helpâs on the way.â Scott mumbles, trying to be soothing, his hand wrapped around hers. This was a standard 911 callout, no club bullshit complicating this one.
He does have a hand clamped securely over Sophieâs side to stem the bleeding, though. Itâs pretty solidly secured over there, despite the fact heâs pale as all hell.
It happened faster than Sophie could comprehend. One moment everything was fine, the next she felt a blinding pain and something getting her shirt wet. She didnât even realize she was shot until she was on the ground.
She felt woozy and light headed but she tried to nod, trying to tell herself that things were gonna be okay. âYou look like a ghost.â
A smile, there, nervous and worried, but a smile. âYouâre not lookinâ too good either, like.â He remarks, looking up as he hears sirens start approaching. âTheyâre almost here, yeah? Almost here... Youâll be fine. Iâm not going to lose you.â















