I stole nothing.

my fingers squirmed in your tissue and there was

blood in my nails, trying to find the bullet.

Fuck, just the shell.

I was supposed to jump in front of you.

Geez, I'm a great friend.

I never called you back last night.

I wasn't even paying attention when you were talking

about your mother in the hospital, wasn't that it?

Oh, God, what am I going to do?

No, don't roll your eyes back light that!

Stop it! You're fucking scaring me!

Okay, just relax.

Everything's going to be okay.

Alright.

Okay.

I'll just keep my hand over the wound.

The blood isn't stopping.

No! No! Everything's fine! Don't worry! It's okay! I'm here!

(Oh no, they look worried)

Uhm, hey, you know, next week, we'll go out for dinner!

There's that writing class we're going to...

Hey! You've got to feed the cat, remember!?

Don't die! Please!

(Oh shit, the pressure isn't doing anything!)

I love you. Don't you know that? Oh, God! I love you!

PLEASE! OH, GOD! PLEASE!

Stop dying! Okay, please? Stop dying!

I know I told you I would take a bullet for you!

I just can't take it out of you.

Stop dying!

Oh my God.

That wasn't the shell.

you fucking asshole.

Take 37!

Let's get dinner.