Scarlett

The ambulance ride to the hospital was a blur of flashing lights and frantic voices. I sat beside Viktor the entire way, holding his hand tightly as the paramedics worked on him. His blood was still warm on my fingers. Every second felt like an eternity.

He was rushed into surgery the moment we arrived. I paced the waiting room for hours, my clothes still stained with his blood, my mind replaying the moment he pushed me out of the way over and over again.

His parents arrived shortly after. They looked devastated when they saw me sitting there, eyes red and swollen.

“What happened?” his mother asked, her...