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.
“Yes.”
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