When He Begs Me To Stay
“Stop thinking. Move!”
“I’m fine! Damn it, Ava, I can’t even…” His words cut off as he twisted and blood seeped through his jacket. I cursed under my breath and pressed my hand harder to his side. “I know you can’t, that’s why I’m here, you need to trust me or we die.”
“I trust you,” he muttered with his voice strained, and for a second, the world narrowed to the two of us,his pain, my control, and our shared fight to survive.
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