She saw it first, before she saw the injury. Shelagh saw how the coloured liquid ran from his arm and onto the cobblestones on which he lay. The rich red tone of his blood indicated a heavy bleeding coming from inside his body.
The ambulance were on their way, but as a medical professional, Shelagh doubted that their presence would make any difference. He would be dead by then.
She clung to his hand, wishing for his departure from their family to be delayed, even by a couple of hours.
But, no, she had to say goodbye to her husband.