Addison’s POV
I couldn’t believe that this was happening, one second, we were laughing and having fun, and then the next, Max was falling to the floor with a bullet wound in his chest. It’s one thing to be dealing with a bullet wound in the clinic or when I was doing my residency at New York Presbyterian hospital, but it was different when that shot happened right in front of you, to someone you loved.
I had a glance around but couldn’t see where the shot had come from and who shot it but right now, the only thing that mattered was that Max was hurt, and he needed me now, more than ever. I dropped to my knees next to him and pulled his jacket back so I could get a better look at the wound. When that didn’t help, I tore open his shirt until it was completely visible. The bullet had enter
