Mag-log in~ Ivy ~The heavy door banged against the wooden wall, and the plastic tray in my hands jumped. "Ethan, stop moving!" I yelled, rushing across the room.Ethan had both legs over the edge of the mattress. His bare feet hovered two inches above the braided rug. His face looked white as chalk. A tight white bandage wrapped around his right shoulder and upper ribs, pinning his right arm against his side. A thin red line seeped through the white gauze just below his collarbone."I am only trying to reach the bathroom, Ivy," Ethan said. His voice sounded like dry gravel scraping together. He tried to push himself up with his left arm, but his elbow shook hard. I dropped the tray onto the bedside table. Two small white pills and a glass of water rattled against the wood. I planted both of my feet on the floor, slid my hands under his left arm, and shoved his chest straight back against the pillows."You took a bullet six days ago," I said, leaning over him so he had to look right at me. "The
~ Ivy ~The heavy door banged against the wooden wall, and the plastic tray in my hands jumped. "Ethan, stop moving!" I yelled, rushing across the room.Ethan had both legs over the edge of the mattress. His bare feet hovered two inches above the braided rug. His face looked white as chalk. A tight white bandage wrapped around his right shoulder and upper ribs, pinning his right arm against his side. A thin red line seeped through the white gauze just below his collarbone."I am only trying to reach the bathroom, Ivy," Ethan said. His voice sounded like dry gravel scraping together. He tried to push himself up with his left arm, but his elbow shook hard. I dropped the tray onto the bedside table. Two small white pills and a glass of water rattled against the wood. I planted both of my feet on the floor, slid my hands under his left arm, and shoved his chest straight back against the pillows."You took a bullet six days ago," I said, leaning over him so he had to look right at me. "The
~ Chloe ~Rain lashes against the metal roof of the hangar with the force of thrown gravel. The smell of burning jet fuel burns the back of my throat. Out on the wet tarmac, the twin engines of the private jet roar, their heat rippling through the cold night mist. The cabin door hangs open, a small rectangle of bright yellow light waiting for me. Safety sits right up those narrow metal stairs. Freedom waits across the ocean.My soaked leather travel bag cuts into my shoulder. Water drips from my tangled hair, running down my neck and soaking into the collar of my designer coat. Mud cakes my expensive boots. My hands shake, cold and slick with rain, as I pull the hood over my eyes."Hurry up, Chloe!" my father shouts over the screaming turbines.Thomas Bennett stands at the base of the plane stairs, clutching a black leather briefcase against his chest. His gray hair sticks flat to his forehead. His face looks pale and hollow under the hangar floodlights. He taps the gold face of his w
~ Ethan ~The steady beep of the heart monitor filled the quiet ICU room.Pain burned like hot iron under my right collarbone every time air entered my lungs. The bullet had ripped through muscle and bone forty-eight hours ago at the shipping depot. The heavy gauze taped across my chest felt thick and tight. I opened my eyes. The harsh white ceiling came into focus first. Then, my gaze shifted to the side of the hospital bed.Ivy sat upright in the vinyl chair, holding my left hand with both of hers. Her hazel eyes were wide and red from crying, but her back was straight. The dark circles under her eyes showed how long she had stayed awake, watching over me. Her wavy brown hair fell over the shoulders of her green cardigan, and her fingers gripped my palm with fierce strength."Ethan," she whispered. Her voice shook, thick with tears. I moved my lips beneath the clear plastic oxygen mask, but only a dry rasp came out.Ivy stood up immediately, leaning over the metal guardrail. She pre
~ Ivy ~"Push the bag faster!" the paramedic yelled over the screaming siren. "He is dropping! We are losing his pressure!"I sat on the cold floor of the racing ambulance, my knees jammed against the metal wall. Ethan’s blood was all over my palms. It was thick, warm, and sticky. Every time the truck bounced over a bump, more crimson soaked through the white gauze packed into his shoulder. His face was as pale as paper. His head rolled to the side with each turn of the wheels."Ethan, look at me," I pleaded, grabbing his left hand. His skin felt like ice. "Open your eyes. You stay right here with me." The paramedic shoved two fingers against Ethan's neck. "Pulse is thready. Push another unit of whole blood through the large-bore IV!""He took the bullet for me," I said, my voice cracking into a raw sob. "He stepped right in front of the gun." The medic did not look up from Ethan's bare chest. "Keep talking to him, ma'am. Do not let him slip away.""Ethan, you pulled me off the road,"
~ Ethan ~"Stay on your feet, Ivy! Keep your eyes on my back!" I shouted over the hiss of leaking pipes and the crackle of burning wires."I have you! I am right here!" Ivy gasped, her voice raw from the chemical rag they had used on her. Her hands gripped the tough canvas of my tactical vest with fierce strength. Her legs wobbled from days of starvation and thirst, but she pushed forward with every ounce of grit in her body.Gunfire ripped through the heavy darkness of the old shipping depot. Red sparks sprayed off the rusty steel walls like hot rain. "Move behind the forklift!" I barked, shoving her gently toward a thick yellow machine. "Keep your head down!""Ethan, your hands are bleeding!" she cried out, pointing at my torn knuckles where the sharp zip-ties had sliced my skin."Scratches! Do not look at my hands! Look at the exit door!"Fifty yards away, the heavy metal roll-up door hung open three feet from the wet concrete floor. Cold night air rushed in, mixing with the sharp







