Macy:
I watched in flashes of distortion as who I thought was Creed beat the pulp out of Theo. Someone tried to move me, but the pain was too much. I heard my screams clearly, but my vision and breathing worsened with the movement. I heard panicked direction, chaos unfolding until the vision I fought to keep faded to black.
I heard the rotor of a helicopter turning and felt the wind on my face from the words of a stranger.
"This is going to hurt, Macy." They spoke, sure of the same thing I was. I wasn't making this flight. I wept as they moved me, the pain of the multiple stab wounds hitting me now that my adrenaline had worn off. They took me down to the beach on a backboard and loaded me into the helicopter. I wanted to ask where my daughter was. I needed to know if she was safe, but
