Too many thoughts are ripping through my mind to simply focus on one. I don't even realize Oliver has called my name out and he is rushing to Quinn's position.

I hurriedly move to where they are standing. My heart racing like shit. What if he dies here?

Jesus!

"What are we going to do?" I whisper at Oliver.

He raises his eyebrows. "Hospital, perhaps." He says sarcastically.

Quinn withers beneath our hold, "No." It is a weak plea from him.

I follow where his hand is trying to stop the bleeding and realize he is stabbed just below his ribs. I feel an overwhelming dizziness slam into me as...