"He's not here," I mumbled in disappointment.
"WHY IS HE NOT HERE?" Tears began to form at the corner of my eyes and David stepped in, his arms wrapping around me instinctively.
"Please help, I...I think I've been shot." My hand simultaneously clutches the wound at my side and my vision blurs.
"Anyone?!" I gasped in response to the sharp pain threatening to spread.
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