641: SAVE YOUR BREATH

LUKE'S POV "I'm leaving, Harriet," I said firmly, turning my back on her once more. "Don't expect me to save you." As I began to walk away, a sudden cry of pain made me freeze in my tracks. Against my better judgment, I glanced over my shoulder, my eyes falling on Harriet as she clutched her stomach, blood seeping through her fingers. "Luke..." she gasped, her face contorting in agony. "Please...help me..." I cursed under my breath, my instincts warring with the bitterness and resentment that had settled in my heart. As much as I despised Harriet, I couldn't ignore someone in such desperate need of help. "Damn it, Harriet," I growled, rushing to her side. "You're a real piece of work, you know that?" She let out a pained whimper as I knelt beside her, examining the wound. The bleeding was severe, and I knew she needed medical attention immediately. "We have to get you to a hospital," I said, my voice softening despite my frustration. "No..." Harriet protested weakly. "No hospit