It's going to be okay.I hear the bullets go through me before I feel them. I hear them tear through my body and burrow into the bookcase behind me. I may have screamed. I'm not sure. If I screamed, it was for Parker, not myself. One hits his chest, two in his stomach. I feel his blood splatter across my face, and feel my own pouring between my fingers as I press them against my side.It's going to be okay.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Stop bleeding. Stop bleeding.
I'm not sure where they hit me; it's just pain, just shaking, just his hand holding mine.
Another shot rings out, and I hear a grunt as Patrick falls again. Is he dead this time? I don't know. There are so many shots; I can't tell who's living and who isn't, because both are silent. Silent as death. The only noises are the rounds being fired, the fire alarms wailing, cartridges clinking and the moans of the injured. I can faintly hear