VANESSA'S POVThe paramedics arrived in what felt like seconds but was probably closer to ten minutes.I stayed on the floor with Nicholas, my hands pressed against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding even though blood kept seeping through my fingers."Nicholas, stay with me," I kept saying, over and over like a prayer. "Please stay with me. Don't leave. Don't you dare leave."His eyes had closed, his face deathly pale, and I couldn't tell if he was breathing."Ma'am, we need you to step back," one of the paramedics said, trying to move me aside."No!" I said, refusing to let go. "I can't—the bleeding—""We've got him," the paramedic said firmly, and another set of hands pulled me away.I watched in horror as they cut away Nicholas's blood-soaked shirt, revealing the full extent of the wound. It was deep, running across his ribs, still bleeding heavily."How long has he been bleeding?" one paramedic asked."Hours," I sobbed. "Since this morning. Maybe six hours? I didn't know. He d
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