Dante and I stood by the door, watching as Amandla scurried around, trying to find something. I had laid an unconscious Emmett on the bed.
"I've never been so scared in my life," Dante said for the umpteenth time, eyeing Emmett.
I couldn't talk, eyeing Emmett. There's so much blood around the bed and on the sheets. How much did he hurt himself?
Amandla bent down and retrieved another shoe box from under the bed. She looked through it and came up with something black. She placed it on the bed and walked to the bathroom. She came back a wet cloth and got on the bed to wipe Emmett's bloody thighs. He didn't even flinch.
Next, she bandaged both the thighs and then wrapped the black material. It covered his thighs. She did the same to his tummy. Then she covered his hands, all the way to hi
