Carter seemed to be mumbling, warm exhalations flickering behind my ears.

I think Carter is going a little crazy.

I couldn't break free from his tight embrace, but through my thin shirt, I could feel the wet, sticky touch of Carter's blood coming from my back.

The thought of it made me nervous and scared.

"Carter, let go of me, I won't leave."

"You'll leave, you'll leave and never come back." He argued stubbornly, with a touch of childishness.

I took a deep breath, "I said I won't leave, let go of me. Carter, if you really loved me, you wouldn't keep upsetting me like this."

Hearing this, Carter seemed...