I was holding Mark's hand as soon as I got in, even if it was just my bad hand. Once he was settled, the EMT started to work on me, putting my arm in a splint and looking at my ribs. I ignored it as best I could, but she noticed. She was going to give me something for the pain, but I said I was pregnant and could wait. "How's Mark?"

"He lost a lot of blood, but he should be all right. The wounds are long but not deep." I was glad they were more interested in leaving a message than killing him, but I was beating myself...