Dimitri brought Juliette into the vineyard home, laying her upon a nearby bed. Using his bare hands, he tore the fabric of her dress without a second thought as she fell in and out of consciousness beneath him. With genuine worry within his mind, he disregarded the lingerie intended for him beneath her dress and focused upon the wound-knowing he was hanging by a thread of losing and keeping her. Geneva, shaking from the event, struggled to dial the number instructed to her by her brother as she watched him apply pressure to his wife's wound. With blood staining his hands, Dimitri took her face into his hands.
"Please...I need you to keep your eyes open!" He begged, the blanket used as an attempt to cease the bleeding now equally as red as his own shirt and palms. "You can't leave me!" He
