Elira's POV

“Aiden,” I held him close, tapping his cheeks, “please don't give in, Aiden,” I muttered. I've already used every first aid in the panic room but since it's been years since they've been stored there, they were already weakened.

They hardly had any effect.

The wound was barely clotting. It still bled with every minute that passed by. I rushed to the peephole installed on the wall and saw soldiers parading the down floor, ready to take us down.

“Aiden you're bleeding,” my voice trembled as I compressed the wound site but nothing changed. The bullet had to be a blood-clotting interference bullet. That's why he was bleeding...