Gone in location

I gently brush the silky black lone strand of hair off my shoulder. I then scoop the rest of my black and blonde ombré hair into a bun -which despite the lack of a brush- looks nice and tight. I walk over to my boyfriend, Mitchell, and wrap my arms over his broad shoulders. He puts his hands on my waist and I smile. I rest my head on his chest. "What's up Meg?" I ignore him and listen to his faint heart beat. He sets his chin on my head like a cup holder. Suddenly his head snaps up as if he was a guard dog sensing a bad guy in the air. I try to turn my head to see what's going on but he holds me firmly. I hear a loud *pop* and Mitch falls, with me toppling onto him. I move easily with him not gripping me so tightly anymore and stand up. His mouth is open and blood in pouring out.
I gasp and dial 911. They come in less than 2 minutes, with the hospital being quite close to the mall. I nervously looked at Mitch as he was carried away in a stretcher. I bite my lip to keep from crying.