Getting shot fucking hurt. And Julianna could have seriously been injured. Worst, she could have…died. That gunshot would have been fatal to her if I hadn’t gotten to her in time. I didn’t know why that bothered me, when I could care less if she continued to breathe or not. But fuck, my body had acted against my will. The sudden and fierce need to protect her, I didn’t know where that came from. I blamed it on the adrenaline. I blamed it on the weakness of a moment.
