Enzo’s face became immediately conflicted. But even as he saw Flora fall to the floor, in pain, unable to hold herself upright, he didn’t cave, “I can’t possibly leave you two here alone. I shot the shooter, but there might be a second one somewhere.”
“Call for an ambulance then,” Rose retorted, her eyes full of tears, desperate but earnest, while pressing on Flora’s wound still.
“It’s okay,” it was Flora who breathed out the response. “Everything will be okay, Rose.”
“Please don’t speak,” Rose implored her, her tears spilling over, not knowing what else to do. “Keep your energy.”
“Help is on the way,” Enzo deadpanned before she would willingly give him a headache.
He stood over them, shielding them, his stance strong, intimidating and unyielding.
Rose didn’t know how long she
