I COME BACK INTO MY own body and see Claire, Tom, and another man leaning over the girl on the ground. I am leaning against Colton, and David is staring at me with a worried expression on his face. I try to ask him what happened, but a blinding pain shoots across my stomach. I reach down and place a hand on my stomach where the pain is. My shirt is moist. I draw my hand back, and see that it is covered in blood.
My blood.
I can’t breathe. I look up and see David, staring at my abdomen in shock. I let out a weakened cry as my legs give out beneath me, and I start falling. Colton tries to reach out and stop me, but we both fall to the ground.
“Logan, we need you!” David yells, bending down and sitting beside me. Colton is trying to talk to me and calm me down. I can see his mouth moving, but I can’t hear anything.
“Apply pressure to the wound. I’ll be there in a minute,” Logan replies. Colton lays my body flat on the floor, as David reaches over and puts his hands flat on my stomach, trying to slow the bleeding. I can’t get any air into my lungs. It is like trying to blow up a balloon that has a hole it in. I feel my body start to convulse; the pain is excruciating.
Darkness is slowly creeping into my vision. I can barely see anyone standing over me. Someone is shouting, but the ringing in my ears is louder than him or her. I can feel someone reach out and brush loose strands of hair from my face. The hands pressing onto my stomach are removed, and a numbing feeling spreads through my body. I stop fighting and start drifting away, losing consciousness.