I knew perfectly well that no one could survive two stab wounds without being hurt. But in that moment, my mind went completely blank. I had no idea what to do.
Steven started to collapse, unable to support his own weight, and I used all my strength to hold him up.
His head slumped onto my shoulder as he murmured something I couldn't understand.
Beside us, Gordon was on the phone, frantically calling for an ambulance. “Ma’am, don’t let Mr. Lancaster pass out!” he urged me.
My voice trembled. “Steven, what did you say? I couldn’t hear you. Say it again.”
His breathing grew ragged, and he struggled to speak. “Can you… forgive me one more time?”
This time I heard him, but I didn’t know how to answer. In the past, I would have said anything, lied without a second thought, but I couldn’t do that anymore.
Now, I took every word he said to heart.
As I hesitated, I felt the weight on my shoulder grow heavier. I cried out in panic, “Steven! Steven, wake up!”
He was completely limp, and I was losing my grip. Thankfully, Gordon ended his call and rushed over to help.
Rachel knelt and helped me support Steven, keeping him from slumping to the floor.
I looked down at my hands and saw they were covered in blood. The sticky, warm feeling sent a jolt of terror through me. The floor beneath us was a horrifying pool of red.

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