Emily's POV

“Help us! Somebody help!” I screamed aloud for anyone who cared enough to listen so they would help in saving my husband.

I tore a part of my dress and used it on his wound to place pressure on the injured area in order to stop the flow.

“Please, help us!” I pleaded, tears in my eyes.

“I'll…. I'll…I'll be fine.” Logan struggled to say to me in a stutter.

“No, you are not fine.” I cried, trying to help him in any way I could before better help could come. If I had my way, I would have driven him off to the hospital but, I was...