chapter eight

GERALD’S POV

I shuffled to my feet and was by Paula’s side in a flash. My heart pounded against my chest at the sight of the knife plunged into her side. My hands flew to the wound, and a ringing resonated in my ears when her warm blood soaked my hands and formed a puddle around her and my knees.

No, no, no.

"Relax," Paula croaked, and my eyes snapped to meet hers. They were already focused on me, and I did not like the way her eyelids fluttered slowly.

"Relax? You have a knife sticking out of you and your blood is everywhere!" I snapped as though it were her fault she was injured in the first place. When, in reality, it was all my fault, Whenever she gets hurt, it’s always my fault.

Fuck! Why couldn’t I just defend myself for once?

"Let’s take her to the hospital, dude," Mason said, coming to kneel beside Paula’s other side. His eyes fell on the wound, which he inspected. I didn’t like the worry he had written all over his features.

But then Paula did something that had all our jaws