You fell to the floor, pain engulfing your throat and neck–your entire body. You struggled to reach for your neck, but since your hands were tied to the chair you couldn't.
"Oh, God…. help me…." you tried to croak out but all you managed was to cough up blood.
"Take it easy, sweetie."
You heard Roman's voice at your side but that did little to calm your panic. You couldn't breathe.
Dean began applying pressure to your neck with a towel from the bathroom, which didn't aid your inability to breathe at all. "Stay calm, doll, You're gonna be okay."
"Keep pressure on her neck, I'll untie her and call 911." Roman said, raising the nifo oti he'd brought as his weapon. He used it on the ropes at your wrists, and freed you within seconds. Then he was pulling out his phone.
You weakened as the blood flowed over Dean's hands at your neck.
"How is she?"
You heard Seth's urgent voice, and you lunged for him. You wanted nothing more than for him to hold you and tell you everything would be okay.
"Stay still, sweetheart," he said, laying you back against the carpeting as Dean reapplied the towel to your neck.
"Yeah, I need an ambulance out at the Davenport Inn room 114. A woman has had her throat slashed and she needs help, yesterday."
Roman spoke into the phone as he tried to help keep you calm.
You grasped weakly at Seth's hand, wouldn't–couldn't–let go.
"Baby, you're gonna be fine, I promise." Seth said softly, squeezing your hand.
You nodded and then began to feel your head swim. You coughed up some more blood and then everythign faded before your eyes…