Michael showed me his hands.
Though it was dark, the glistening crimson liquid that stained his fingers was hard to miss. I set my eyes to the spot of ground where he stood. Michael was telling the truth. There was blood everywhere.
"Jason!" I yelled as I set eyes on his sprawled form on the packed earth. The side of his face was pressed against a sharp rock. His golden- blonde hair was stained with red. He was lying unconscious in a pool of his own blood, the scarlet liquid beneath him was spreading like wildfire. My instincts kicked in, and before I could stop myself, I was rushing to where Jay was slumped on the floor. "Jay! Wake up! Jason!" A hot swelling persisted at the back of my eyeballs as I restrained myself from moving him. "Jason!"
"Kaylene," Michael whispered from behind,
