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Stacy’s body was slowly staggering back towards Gary. She herself didn't know what was going on, but seeing the blood and looking down at her stomach, she started to get wobbly on her feet.

Because her back was turned, Gary couldn't see anything, but he didn’t need to see because he could already smell the blood that was entering his nose.

Eventually, she stumbled, falling into Gary’s arms. Looking down, he could see the wound in her stomach, and, though he wasn’t a professional, it looked quite bad.

‘Shit... she was stabbed! … and the knife is in that guy's hand. You’re not supposed to take it out, right?’ Gary thought as he tried to think back to any form of training or movies he had watched for some knowledge.

“Stacy!” Gary shouted at her. “You need to put pressure on the wound! Hang on, I’ll take you to a hospital. It will all be okay!”