Chapter Eight - Losing Her
Sheltering her smaller body in his arms Isiah made a quick anxious call to "911" as he carried Maybelle gently, but swiftly out of his home and nearly ran to the front gate. The sky was just starting to truly darken as the moon and sun battled form the sky above, but there was still enough light available that Isiah had no trouble moving across the yard.. Every second that passed emotions choked him, Maybelle blood had started to soak into his belly and drip on top of his shoes.
She’s losing blood fast...At this rate she could die from this…
Isiah realized.
Maybelle could die? Such a fear he had never known tore into his mind at that unwanted possibility. A fear that he had never thought he could feel about or for anyone or anything.
The thought of losing
