**Damon's POV*
I was shot. Bryson shot me, but I don't know how. I don't remember how he got the gun away from me. I know we were struggling around on the floor and then I heard a loud pop sound. I felt pain, and then panic. All I could think was that I needed to get to Savannah. I heard shouting and then we were surrounded by unfamiliar faces. Bryson was dragged away by two officers, and the others quickly were trying to get to me. I can't describe the fear I felt. Not from dying, I would be more than happy to give my life to save my fiancé and child, but fear of not ever being able to tell Savannah how much I love her. Fear of not even knowing if I was having a son or daughter. More fear of not being able to watch them grow up. So I guess I was afraid of dying, because then I would miss
