Debbie
"What do you mean by no!” I asked, my hand pausing from retrieving my phone. “We have to take him to the hospital! Now!" I screamed, my voice cracking like a whip in the silent, bloody courtyard. I looked at the red pool expanding on the white stone, soaking into the grout, turning the luxury of the mansion into a butcher shop. "He’s dying! Look at him! Look at his eyes!"
Rain didn't even look up. He was cradling Rex’s head against his chest, his own designer shirt ruined, his hands slick with his brother’s blood. "No. No hospitals, Debbie. We can’t. If we go to a hospital, we’re as good as dead."
"What do you mean you can’t?" I knelt in the sticky blood, grabbing Rain’s shoulder and shaking him until his head lolled. "He is vomiting his own life out! His lungs are rattling, Rain
