#Chapter 83: Casualties

Ethan’s body plummeted to the ground, landing with a soft thunk in the sand. Blood rushed my ears and I let out a scream that ripped through my vocal chords. It hurt - my heart, my stomach, my throat, and my head. My entire body felt as though syrup was running through my veins. “Ethan!” I screamed and dove for him in the sand. I propped his torso up in my lap, shaking his shoulders, rubbing his face to wake him back up. When he didn’t respond to anything, my mind started thinking the worst. The blood traveled down his side and coated my dress in the sticky warm liquid. Tears clouded my eyes as I sobbed over his body. I kept calling his name, begging him to wake up, pleading for his life. I pressed my hand over the wound, putting as much pressure over the hole as I could. My hand was covered in red in a matter of seconds, but the flow did seem to slow. Hope revived in my chest as I watched his face. The skin of his cheeks were void of color, but his eyes flickered beneat