So much fucking blood, beginning to turn my white shirt into something red. My heart is in my throat. I can barely breathe. I make it into an area where people frantically try to find their friends, calling out to them in French, German, English, Russian, pressing their phones to their ears. I can’t even look for my brother. I just think hospital. She needs a fucking hospital. I take a trained breath, cradling her in my arms.
OMG
