I watched as Sebastian went down on his knees, my heart racing fast in my chest, threatening to explode if care wasn't taken.
"Sebastian!" I yelled out his name a second time, rushing to stand beside him, the fear of the unknown battling with me.
My eyes were filled with tears as I watched his blood soaked shirt. This was like relieving the previous time. I was clouded by fear of uncertainty.
He groaned and scrunched his face holding his hand. She had shot his shoulder. I was thankful that he was still alive and that gave me the confidence I needed. I stood to my feet and wrapped my arms around him in shock. "Are you okay?"
"I am." He secured his healthy arm around my back, holding on to me tight as he groaned without pause from the pain his injured arm caused him.
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