EMILY

He held my hand, squeezing it gently. “It's okay”

“You're not going to die, okay?“

I nodded and tried to wipe away my tear stained cheeks. I looked at his arm, and my eyes widened. “You are bleeding.”

He looked at it and back at me. “I'm fine.”

We heard a loud siren, and in a few minutes, the cops burst through the door and took out the two men. One of the cops offered to take Alex to the hospital because of his arm, but he refused.

He led me into his car and drove off.

Throughout the ride home, I was worried about his hand. The guy...