Violet
"Rowan?" My voice cracked. "Rowan, please say something."
He didn't answer immediately.
His head was bowed, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps that seemed to take everything out of him. Each exhale wheezed through his chest like something was broken inside.
The silence stretched on, and my panic surged.
"Rowan!" I grabbed his face with both hands, forcing his head up. "Don't you dare close your eyes. Rowan, what do I do? Tell me what to do!"
His eyelids fluttered open. Those green eyes, usually so sharp and knowing, were unfocused.
"Just..." He finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Give me... a moment."
A moment. He needed a moment. But every second that passed felt like an eternity, and the blood… there was so much blood that kept seeping through his torn clothes, dripping onto the wet stones beneath us.
My hands were shaking so badly I couldn't control them.
"I am glad… you're safe," he murmured, his words slurring together.
