"Kyla, what's wrong?" I say, gripping her hands in mine.She looks down with her hand over her stomach, blood seeping through her fingers. "Baby, talk to me." I say, panicking.She falls to the floor and I catch her in my arms as she tries her hardest to breathe. Tears prick at my eyes as I watch the life drain out of her. I hear three gunshots ring out and I hear a body drop to the floor, but I never take my eyes off of my wife.I sit there, crying like a baby as I hold her in my arms, hugging her body against mine as I rock with her. She puts her bloody hands on my face as tears flow from her eyes."Baby, look at me. Look at me." she says, trying to smile through her tears. But I can't. I just can't."You're gonna be alright, I promise." I say, crying."Baby, I'm not gonna make it. I can.. I'm bleeding out too quickly, I.. I don't have a lot of time.." she says, rubbing my cheek with her thumb, wiping away my tears. "Take.. care of our babies, okay? Tell them.. tell them that I.. I
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