Priscilla
“Jack,” I scream. I had just given birth and then watched my mate pass out as he was bleeding heavily.
Liz has my son passes him to Emily and kneels beside Jack, “Jack,” She slaps his face. “s**t, what happened?”
‘He was shot,’ Sapphire speaks up. Seconds earlier, she had been howling happily at the birth of Quentin, but now she sounded solemn.
“Go get Ray,” Liz tells Emily.
Emily gives Quentin back to me and runs out of the room. I want to be next to Jack, but I can’t move. I am still in pain from the birth. I know Jack is still alive as I see his chest moving, but I feel his life force waning.
“Jack,” I cry.
Liz frantically presses a blanket to his wound.
“He was shot,” I blurt out.
“What? How do you know?” Liz looks up at me. Her eyes are red with tears as her chil
