Mason O’Rear knew exactly four things at that moment:

1. She had caught “Jordan” before he had fallen, face-first into the ground,

2. All eyes were on her as she struggled to keep the man in her arms from falling again,

3. She had blood on her shirt, and finally,

4. Her arm hurt.

Just when she thought she was going to drop him, a hand came out of nowhere and pulled the large boy from the small girl’s arms. Mason looked up and smiled softly at the same boy who had tried to convince Jordan to get back into the bed.

“Mason, what are you doing here?” She looked over at the doctor that spoke and smiled, desperately trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her arm.

“I was just going for a walk. I needed some fresh air.” She slowly started to back away before she saw them. Spots of blood splattered the floor. Mason looked over at Jordan and saw blood, lots of it, but none of it was dripping. Her next move was to look down at herself. Bad idea. She gasped at the amount of blood on her shirt – if it was hers or Jordan’s she didn’t know – but what really surprised her was the blood gushing out of the hole in her arm, where her port used to be.

“Oh boy…” she whispered. Before her doctor had the chance to ask her what was wrong, she fainted. Right into Eric Staal’s arms.

Notes

posting the next chapter as well because this one is so short!