His Scars

34. Binding Vow

Meh.

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SAGE

I didn't know that a heart could shatter. 

I ripped my shirt off and held it to his wound, trying to staunch the bleeding. Blood poured out of him. 

I heard a crash and then I was pushed out of the way. 

My ears buzzed as I watched Grubb tie my shirt around the broken leg of a wooden chair and then tie it around Kane's waist. He must have retrieved it from the room the both of us had been tied up in. I watched as he twisted the leg, tightening the material against the wound. Would that be more helpful?

My breathing quickened as I watched Kane's face become paler. I was losing him. 

"I need to take him to a hospital. I can't...we can't do anything here." I gasped. 

Grubb grunted. "He'll die here." 

Tears flooded my eyes. No. No. No. 

Just then, the buzz in my ears was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Grubb's head whipped up, his eyes were wide, staring in the direction of the sound. 

"Police?" He muttered to himself. He looked at me 

"Hold this." He commanded. 

I hesitated. "I-"

"Hold it or I'll kill him myself." He growled. 

I threw myself at Kane, grabbing the chair leg and pressing into the wound. 

I looked down at Kane. A sob slipped through my lips. I thought of his brother and his parents. What was I going to tell them? 

"Your son died protecting me. I'm sorry. It should have been me."  

Suddenly I was surrounded by men in suits. I looked up and realised that Grubb had disappeared. He had gone. 

Caleb stepped out from behind one of the men and I wept at the sight of him. 

He drank me in. The blood on my hands, the marks that littered my body. The swelling on my face. 

"He's dying!" I wailed. 

Another hulking figure shouldered passed him and I saw Cole. Shame and remorse overtook me. 

Devastation befell his face. 

"I'm sorry." I wept. "It's all my fault, I'm so sorry." 

He knelt in front of us, his eyes not seeing me. Not even noticing my presence. 

He looked up at one of the men. 

"I need someone to hold the tourniquet in place." 

I watched them through watery eyes. 

Another man, dressed in a white suit surveyed the scene. He watched Cole and his dark eyes moved to one of the other men and he nodded. 

Caleb took off his shirt and came to me. 

I didn't pay attention to him slipping it over my head and arms. My eyes stayed glued to Kane as Cole picked him up, struggling a little under his weight, and another nameless man kept the chair leg and my shirt tightly pressed to the wound. 

Caleb kept his arm around me even as I scurried after my heart, currently being cradled in Cole's arms.  

There were several shiny black cars outside, all parked haphazardly. Tire marks scarred the ground and I could feel the urgency behind them.