I must have blinked. Time seemed to have been crawling by so I must have blinked. How else would I have missed it? One moment, the bastard is pointing that gun and the next moment, I'm on the floor, pressing on a hole in Bobby's chest! I can't stop the damn bleeding. I can't stop my tears from falling on him. God is a cruel son of a bitch. I can't do this.
He smiles up at me and lies through his teeth, "I'll be fine." He adds emphasis to his words by coughing heavily. I've heard everything from this man but who does he think he's kidding?
I press on his wound harder, eliciting a grimace from him. I'm frustrated at my inability to stop the bleeding, angry that I'm even in this position, scared to...
"No you won't!" I shout hysterically. I shouldn't be yelling. It's not his fault.
He coughed again, his eyelids starting to droop. "Yes," he managed to get out, his voice just a raspy, far away sound. Did he honestly believe he would be? I don't even believe it! There's no way that bullet...
I put a bloody hand on his cheek, then ran it through his hair. "C'mon, stay with me, Bobby. I need you." My hand went back to his cheek as his eyes slipped closed. His skin was becoming ashen. "No, hey! Tell me you love me! Tell me something, anything."
He opened his eyes halfway, licked his lips weakly, and started to say something. I couldn't make it out, couldn't hear him. "I..." he repeated louder, then broke into a round of heavy coughing.
My trembling hand went back to his chest, less in an effort to stop the blood and more to try to comfort him. "Shh, I know. I love you, too."
He gave me a weak smile that faded as his eyes slipped the rest of the way closed.