I turned the keys in the ignition and began to drive. My hands were shaking as we pulled out, I had lost so much blood I could barely keep my eyes open. The adrenaline rush that had kept me going was wearing off by the minute. I just wanted to give up, to give in to sleep. I couldn’t, I told myself, I wasn’t going to let Bailey die. Not like this. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. The clock on the dash said it was 4:04 in the morning. Somehow, I knew I would never forget that time.
