"Shawn... please... hold my hand." Jules says, reaching out to me with her covered-in-blood limb.
I take her hand and hold it tightly yet softly, not wanting to harm her any more than she already is hurt.
"It's gonna be alright." I slur, trying to not let the concussion and pain drag me under.
"Don't let go." she whispers.
My head bobs up and down. My grip loosens a bit and I can feel myself start to leave Jules, no matter how much I try to fight it.
"Shawn!" Jules calls to me. "Shawn!"
I let go against my will.