Mia
They quickly put him in a truck, and I entered after him, placing his head on my legs, as I applied pressure on the wound which was still bleeding heavily. I stroked his hair and when I noticed that he had gone pale, I looked at him with fear. I was afraid of losing him. I kept my hand firm on the wound to prevent him from losing more blood. I felt uncontrolable tears roll down my cheeks and I wiped them with my free hand and returned it to his hair. A sharp pain settled in my chest; it was expected that I would feel this pain to see him in this condition. I fear losing my love, my life, and I'm terrified that we won't get to the clinic on time. I wished the night had ended as I imagined; in his arms looking into those beautiful eyes, feeling his warmth.
I was worried that the guy I
