AlexaAside from my mother, I could never take a bullet for anyone. I was certain about that, certain about loving my life when I tried countless times to take it. I could barely cut myself even, but when the covered man behind pulled out his gun and pointed at Ethan, I lost all fear. Damn, was I even thinking? But even with this pain shooting through my abdomen, my head banging, and my vision blurring, I knew if I was to be placed in the same position again, I would take a bullet for Ethan. Another gunshot sounded; I'm not sure that was directed at me; it certainly wasn’t directed at Ethan because Ethan was above me the next second. “Call the hospital, now!” His yelling passed through my blurred hearing; everything was slowly dying down, aside from his heavy breathing and his pleading for me not to shut my eyes. I badly wanted to, though; I needed to rest, just for a few seconds, for the pain to stop, but wet fluid kept dropping right on my face. It couldn’t be rain; I could feel
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