Are you sure it will be okay?

Dennis’s blood is bubbling up slowly from beneath my hands. It covers my arms and is all down my blouse. Dennis is trying hard to take even breaths like I told him to, but I can feel his stomach twitching in pain.

He tries to speak. “Are… you sure… it will… be okay?”

No. Never. Nothing will ever be okay ever again. I keep my eyes down, away from his face.


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