(KRYSTAL'S POV)
Valentino looks down at me, and for a moment… he just stands there.
Then he jerks, and a broken sound escapes him as blood bursts from his mouth, splattering across my face.
He sways, then collapses in front of me.
"VALENTINO!" I scream. So loud that the sound of my voice blocks out the raging gunshots surrounding me.
I scramble toward him on my knees, slipping in blood—his blood—already pooling beneath him.
It's gushing from the left side of his chest, soaking through his suit, and it's spreading fast.
Really fast.
"Oh my God! Oh my God!" I scream, trying to think of anything I can do to help Val.
But I can't think straight.
My hands just hover uselessly over the wound, shaking so badly I can't even touch him.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know where to touch.
I don't know how to fix this.
So instead, I do the only thing my body knows how to do.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him into me, cradling him against my chest.
