Someone screamed in the middle of the crowded market, “Someone’s been stabbed!” Suddenly, chaos broke out everywhere. There were shouts, the sound of people running away, bodies pushing and shoving as everyone tried to escape. Petty’s phone kept ringing inside her pocket, but it was like all the noise and movement around her faded into nothing.
Her mind went completely blank. All she could focus on was the sticky, dark red blood in her palm.
It was pouring from Hans’s stomach, more than she’d ever imagined possible.
It just wouldn’t stop.
Please… stop…
Without thinking, she tried to press down on the wound to stop the bleeding, but Hans beat her to it. One of his hands clamped over his abdomen, the other landed shakily on her shoulder.
She felt his weight on her, but it wasn’t much. He was barely holding himself up.
Her throat felt tight, tears ran down her face as she started to call his name.
Hans quickly shook his head, his voice shaky and muffled through his mask. “Quiet… Don’t say my name, Petty. If you call me, they’ll know who I am. Don’t cry, either, please… If you do, everyone will notice. Who knows if one of my fans is here? What happens if they recognize me?”
He knew he’d have no way to explain this if word got out.
“Don’t cry.” He spoke softly, his breathing rough. “Hold onto me, help me stand. Let’s get out of here.”
His hand was trembling hard against her shoulder.
It all happened so fast. Hans was quick, moving before anyone else, even the police and bodyguards, could react. She saw the knife sink into him before the police wrestled the woman to the ground.
Petty and a bodyguard grabbed Hans, holding him up.
The bodyguard picked up the phone. “Jay, a woman tried to attack Mrs. White. Hans took the hit for her.”
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