Did you know head wounds bleed like a bitch?” “Don’t make jokes. Please.” His eyes are wet again. “Hey, it’s okay.” I grip his hand. “I’m fine.” “I’m so sorry, baby. I should’ve been there.” I squeeze his hand tighter. “It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known he’d show up tonight.” “I should’ve protected you.” “Stop it. You can’t blame yourself.”
