Nineteen
Evelyn
“Marcus! No, no, no!” I cried as I threw myself by his side, only faintly aware that our attacker had given up on finishing the job and instead limped further into the park as fast as he could. It was a good thing too, because all I cared about then and there was Marcus. I fumbled for my phone and called 999 with shaky fingers, all the while pressing my left hand against the wound through his woolen coat.
“Emergency central, which department do you need?” an operator asked.
“I need an ambulance.” It was only when I spoke that I noticed I was crying. My voice was rough and broken, but thankfully the woman understood me. She put me through to medical emergencies, and I managed to gasp out what had happened and where we were. The man on the other end told me to keep pressu
