An audible drone of sirens vibrated throughout the city streets. Quinn remained still, in the same spot where she’d collapsed a minute before, depleted, the loss of blood producing a sensation like her life was ebbing away once more. Maybe it was. And maybe it would be for good this time.
Felicity was by her side now, applying pressure to the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Her non-stop chit-chat was annoying, but it was the only thing keeping Quinn from doing the one thing she longed to do—sleep.
Vehicles parked outside, one after the other after the other. So many of them. Doors slammed. Male voices yelled back and forth, filing into the room like a swarm of locusts.
Bo’s voice was the loudest, booming over all the others. “Quinn?! Where are you?”
Felicity cradled Quinn’s head in her lap and shouted, “Here! She’s here!”
Bo’s face came into view. It expressed a myriad of mixed emotions. “Oh, no ... Quinn. No.” He looked at Felicity. “Where was she hit?”
Felicity lifted her hands, exposing the bullet’s entry point.
“I tried to keep pressure on it,” Felicity said. “But the blood ... it wouldn’t stop coming.”
“You did great. Thank you.”
Bo slumped to the floor. “Talk to me, Quinn. Please. Say something.”
“I’m so tired, Bo,” she said. “So sleepy.”
“I need some help over here,” Bo shouted. “Now!”
“Kyle’s dead. I did it. He killed Evie, and I killed him.”
Bo leaned forward, kissed her lips. “We’re going to get you to a hospital, Quinn. You’re going to be okay.”
She felt her body being lifted onto a stretcher, wheeled outside, then guided with care into the back of a vehicle with flashing lights. A vehicle she’d seen a thousand times before, but at the moment, she couldn’t recall its name.
Bo hopped in the vehicle with her. “Let’s go! Let’s move this thing!”
Two uniformed men hovered over her, pushing buttons on machines, messing with her body.
She glanced around. “Bo?”
He reached out, caressed the back of her hand with his fingers. “I’m here, Quinn. I’m right here.”
“I need to tell—”
“It doesn’t matter what happened. We can talk about the details later.”
“No ... I need to ... tell you. I. Love. You. Too.”