C16 Avery

“Darrius, Darrius.” I shook his shoulder, but his dark whiskey-colored eyes were glassed over. His skin was ashen, and his breathing was so shallow that my own chest hurt hearing it.

With trembling fingers, I opened his clenched fist. Blood welled up from a cut along his palm. The metallic scent of blood with an acidic order filled my nose.

“Helga,” I screamed