"This is gonna hurt!" As straightly, as carefully as her unsteady hands could manage, she pushed Malvis aside and allowed the stained blade to slide out.
David spasmed and moaned loudly. "No!" he whimpered. "Finish what you started."
"You need my help!"
"I'll be alright. The blade missed my heart. I can feel it. I have time..."
Jessica bobbed the tip of her foot non-stop, biting her finger at the sight. He wasn't going anywhere, which was a bitter pill to swallow. Death became an intrusive acquaintance long ago, interfering in her life wherever she went. His impending arrival froze every trepidation in her throat as she examined David's burnt wound. She felt almost as sorry as he looked, and her body tensed with enough regret to make her realize she was on the fringe of her resolve.
"Three more keys... Just three more keys and I would have stopped him. If I had been fasterÑ"