Emily's POV.

I didn’t even remember how we got into the ambulance. Everything happened too fast. There was blood everywhere…on my hands, on his shirt, on the floor of the van. Cole’s blood. His body was limp on the stretcher, eyes shut, lips pale. My hands were still clutching his like if I held on tight enough, he’d open his eyes and smile at me and tell me he was okay. But he wasn’t.

“Cole… please…please don’t do this to me,” I whispered, barely breathing, tears rolling down both cheeks. “You said you’d protect me… but not like this. Not like this.”

The paramedics were talking over each other, one...