Abigail
"Finn!" I screamed in horror, watching the bullet tear through his shoulder and into the wall behind him. A spurt of red blood shot from where the bullet had grazed him.
I ran toward him, the chaos of shouting men swirling around us.
Finnegan was staggering back, his hand clamped to his left shoulder, blood seeping between his fingers.
I crashed into him, my hands immediately replacing his, pressing hard against the wound to stop it from bleeding.
Warm blood flooded my palms. It was sticky, and I almost retched at the sight. I could feel his blood, his life, pumping out against my skin.
Oh god, not again.
"Paramedics!" I shouted. "Somebody get a fucking paramedic!"
"Abby," Finnegan hissed. His free arm came around me instantly, pulling me against his uninjured side. "I'm okay, baby. It's just a graze. Look at me."
I glanced up through the tears already streaming down my cheeks.
