My head hit the ground hard, rebounded up, then slammed back into the hardwood floor beneath me. I heard a few scattered, muffled screams. Then I saw Glen and Aiden flying above me, then slamming into the man and knocking them to the ground. Then Aiden victoriously held up a pistol and yelled, "I got it."
I tried to move my arms to the warm, sticky mass growing on my chest. When I touched it I quickly withdrew my hand in fright because there was so much. When I looked up again I saw Spencer Carlin running over to me, then kneeling beside me. She took one of my bloody hands and held it tight and looked into my eyes then down at my wound in horror. I took the hand she wasn't holding and touched her face as I smiled weakly. This made her grip my hand even tighter. By that time the crowd around us had grown.
The noises around me was still muffled and I could hear them talking about how to get me out safely. They were trying to do, WAIT! I'm dying aren't I. How could I be dying now? What about my family, what about my friends, what about my Spence. Was I just supposed to just leave them? I then tried to move. Spencer immediately scolded me, "Ash, what the hell are you trying to do?" She turned to the rest and said, "We can't wait, I have to get her out now!"
Spence gently put one arm under my knees and the other behind me, under my shoulder blades. She slowly raised me. I winced and she asked, "Are you in pain?" I gave her a sarcastic look and shivered. I wasn't in any physical pain, I was just having muscle spasms. Yeah, just muscle spasms. Oh yeah, and I was bleeding to death too. I looked where I had been laying, it was covered in blood. The pale yellow t-shirt I was wearing was stained almost all deep red along with the top half of my Capri jeans. The light blue tank and jean shorts Spencer wore were also stained in the horrid red color.
The light was blinding as we stepped outside. Once again I heard a few more muffled shrieks. I couldn't really see anything. Everything was starting to blur and go black and I was just fighting to even see that. I wanted so much to just close my eyes, but I knew I couldn't. I had to keep fighting. Spencer placed me on a flat surface. It was soft and cushioned. Around me I heard many people ordering each other around. Then as my eyelids finally shut a familiar voice said, " We're about to lose her. She is going into shock." As my eyes shut my breathing slowed, then finally stopped. And as I took my last painful breath I could still feel Spencer's grip on my hand tightening, digging the ring on my third finger into my skin.