Chapter Eleven

"Is...is he dead?"

It was supposed to be a fun night bowling with friends, but instead it's turned into a nightmare.

"Jenson? Jenson, are you okay?" Declan says, as he reached his bestfriends side.

Jensons chest was still, and blood was still pouring out from the wound on his neck.

"Pl..please ...help....me.."Jenson stutters, as blood started to pool in his mouth, dribbling down onto his cheeks.

My hands instantly go towards his neck to try and stop the bleeding, immediately getting covered in blood. I held back a gag, as I put pressure on the wounds.

"Declan!? We have to stop the bleeding," I yell at him, not sure if he even hears me, "Declan!

If we don't do something, he's gunna die!"

"His pulse is faint, he's not going to heal from this," Declan says, shaking his head in frustration.

I've never seen Declan lose control, so we aren't going to start now.

"Give im some of my blood." I say grimly, not to thrill