I gasp as I feel the impact of the bullet enter my abdomen.
I reach out to you to catch me, but I stumble and fall to the ground with a crash.
I hear very few sounds as I lay flat on the ground. Running footsteps, a gasp, police sirens, and the crash of garbage cans as cats dash across and knock them over.
You rush to me, and whisper in my ear it will be ok, as you pull me into your arms.
I try to keep my eyes open, but I feel my control start to seep out of my body.
You tell me to keep my eyes open, to keep fighting, to hold on.
I open my eyes, and fight to keep them open.
I reach out to you, my hand softly touching your face, feeling the warmth radiate from it.
Suddenly you're being pulled away from me. I don't see who, but you're struggling.
I hear you yelling, you won't leave me, you can't watch the person you love die.
There are other voices, but I can't tell what they're saying.
You're crying now. I don't see it, but I can tell. Tears are cascading down your cheeks and you're sobbing incoherent words.
I don't want you to leave, I want to reach out to you, but my arms feel like sandbags and my throat feels like sandpaper.
Don't leave me.
Everything grows black.
The next feeling I have is being lifted up.
I hear the same sounds, although in a different atmosphere. Running footsteps, a gasp, police sirens and the crash of garbage cans as people dash by and knock them over.
I slowly move my head to the left.
I see a man in blue, with a white mask.
I try to talk, but my words are drowned out by body shaking coughs.
I then feel your touch. On my right shoulder.
I move my head to the right.
Your face is fuzzy, but I know it's you.
I see your warm hazel eyes, and matching hair and I feel warmth spread in the bottom of my soul.
You'll keep me safe.
I reach out to you with my hand.
You take it.
I smile as my world goes black, but I'm not scared.
I'm reaching out to you, my love.
And I know you'll catch me.