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He pushes away froainst the wall

“Rolly” The strangled screalance down at the child He’s too still, and his breathing is shallow His lips are turning blue

“Rolly,” I rasp

Ollie flips him onto his back and pats his face “Hey Ti My lower lip trein to wonder if the blood on my shirt is mine He rips the top up and reveals the bullet wound, bubbling blood

“What do I do, Quinn? Please, God, help me”

“Apply pressure” I pray I’rows closer

Ignoring the pain, I kneel beside Rolly and hold his small hand I close my eyes Please, God, don’t take him He has barely had time to live

“You told ht, and now all of this is my fault” His voice shakes as he rocks back and forth, clutching Rolly’s lile to reue is thick, ive words of comfort I wobble as the world spins around me

“Quinn?”

I sluainst the wall

“Dizzy” I lick row heavy

“No Don’t you pass out on me”

I blink and fight against the blackness

“Fuck”

The splintering of the door is the last thing I hear before I slip into the blackness