Davina's POV
The sight of blood had turned me to stone.
Blood was splashed everywhere—dark and thick. I couldn't budge.
Couldn't draw breath.
Couldn't form a single thought.
The world around me dissolved, my ears buzzing as though all sound had vanished. My brother's skin was ghostly white, his chest eerily motionless. And then...
my mother's voice, hoarse and frantic, cut through the haze.
"Fucking call the fucking ambulance!"
I remained paralyzed, but Calista had sprung into action. My sister had already snatched the phone, her hands shaking as she punched in the numbers.
What came next was a whirlwind—screaming, running feet, the howl of emergency vehicles. The paramedics had burst through the door, their commands sharp as they attended to my brother.
Then my mother had seized me, pushing me into the ambulance, as though she understood I was too stunned to function alone.
Now we sat in the waiting area.
I remained motionless, my flesh numb, my thoughts empty.
