He stares at her in disbelief. He was shocked. She shot him. This bitch actually shot him! And he gambled his life thinking she wouldn't. He covers the wound the best he could but it's no use. The blood poured over his fingers and drenches his shirt. The pool of blood seemingly appeared out of nowhere, but he knows it means his life is slowly draining out of him.
I can feel my heartbeat with my hand, he thought. He felt an urge to laugh but the laugh is choked off in his throat, and he suddenly wants to scream. Scream at her for an explanation. Scream for her to save him. Scream at the heavens for letting this happen. But he says nothing. No words can convey this betrayal. He will die an angry death and no one will ever know the truth. Regret replaces pain as his vision fades.
