06 - Becca

I opened my mouth to say something to Elijah, to say that I wasn't feeling pain and that he didn't need to keep his eyes wide that way, because I felt good. But the heart of that wound paralyzed me to the point of realizing that I was losing strength in my legs. Little by little, I tipped to the opposite side of the stab, collapsing on the ground as if the world had slowed down.

In fact, people were approaching, because when I completely fainted on the dirt trail between the low vegetation, Elijah had to release the boy and run to me, so I noticed that others hurried to hold the boy and keep him away.

Elijah had his eyes totally glazed, desperate. He tore my shirt to reveal the injured belly, did not touch the knife, knew the first aid and knew that even if the blade was half-tung, there was still a risk of a serious perforation.

"I'll call the ambulance," someone warned in a breath.

"No," Elijah said still in a tone of despair, before getting up and looking in the pocket of the boy w