The nearest hospital was a few miles away, and the drive felt like an eternity. I kept glancing back at Timothy, worried about his condition. He had saved my life, and now he might pay for it.
Finally, we arrived at the hospital's emergency room entrance and I shifted the car into park. I looked back at Timothy, who’s breaths had calmed to a gentle cadence.
“I’ll be right back,” I told him, jumping out of the car.
I rushed inside, shouting for help to anyone that would hear. I ran directly into one of the nurses and she gasped in horror when she drew away from my grip with blood.
I looked down at myself and nearly cried at the sight of Timothy’s blood smeared all over my skin and clothes. The scent of iron was thick in the air.
“Miss?” The nurse beckoned, resting a hand on my arm
