Bleeding Truths

CADE

Cole collapses against my chest, his dead weight stealing the air from my lungs. I grab the back of his shirt and haul his body upward before his skull cracks against the hardwood floor. He shakes in my grip. Sweat slicks his pale forehead. He is sick. He is dying right in front of me. Behind me, Hazel lets out a small, choked sound.

I look over my shoulder and immediately regret the moveme