Olivia's POV
"Maxwell! Maxwell, please stay with me!" I shook him, trying to wake him up. "Please don't die. Don't die now." I was shaking him with every strength in me.
His eyes fluttered open, unfocused and glazed with pain. "No hospital," he mumbled.
Oh, thank God. Thank God.
"You're bleeding! You need…"
"No. Hospital." His hand gripped my wrist with surprising strength. "Promise me, Olivia."
It wasn't the first time he'd voiced his distaste for hospitals. He'd done it the first time in Chicago, and at this point, I started wondering why he had strong distaste for hospitals.
But then again, this was different. This was serious.
"Maxwell, you could die…"
"Olivia!" He grunted in pain. "Promise me…"
I looked at the blood still seeping from his side, at his pale face, at the way his breathing came in shallow gasps.
And I made a decision.
"Okay. Okay, no hospital. But I need to get help. Stay here. Don't move."
I scrambled to my feet and ran.
