JAKE

“Isabelle… Isabelle!”, I said as I held her in my arms.

Her body felt lump in my hands with her blood soaking through my shirt, warm against my skin.

Her face was pale already and her breathing was beginning to get shallow…

She looked so fragile and the sight of her struggling to hold on sent panic through me.

I couldn't lose her…not when we've come this far.

I walked toward the car, my hands trembling as I fumbled with the door handle.

“Stay with me, Isabelle. Please, just stay with me,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

But she wasn't really responding.

Just soft whimpers and shallow breathing....