His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 169: The Fight To Stay Alive

They hurt more than anything in this world.

"What the fuck did you do, Beatrice?!" Declan shouted, his voice full of panic.

But I didn't answer him.

What was the point?

He already knew what I did.

All I could do was scream and cry as the pain tore through me again and again.

"I'm in pain! Help me! Help me, please!" I screamed, looking down at my stomach.

Blood was pouring out faster than before, soaking through my hands, my shirt, the car seat.

It was like a horror movie playing out right in front of my eyes.

Tears spilled down my face.

Big, fat tears that I couldn't even control anymore.

I cried and cried because I knew—I knew I had messed up badly.

I should have listened to him.

I should have left the bullet alone.

Now I was paying the price.

And the price was too heavy.

It didn't even take three seconds before everything started falling apart inside of me.

Three seconds, and it felt like my whole life was slipping away.

"Calm down, Beatrice! Calm down!" Declan kept saying over and over again, trying to reach me.

But how could I calm down?

Couldn't he see what was happening?

I was dying.

The blood loss was too much.

It multiplied.

My vision was already getting blurry.

"Declan! I can't do it anymore!" I cried out loud, my hands shaking so badly I couldn't even hold my stomach properly.

I just sat there helplessly, staring at my stomach as blood gushed out like a broken pipe.

And then the pain hit me again.

This time it was even worse than before.

It was like someone was stabbing me over and over again, twisting the knife deeper every second.

It tore through my body, ripped through my chest, and left me gasping for air.

I threw my head back against the seat and screamed so loud that my throat burned.

Tears streamed down my face nonstop.

My whole body shook like a leaf in a storm.

The pain wasn't just in my stomach anymore.

It was everywhere.

In my bones.

In my soul.

I was drowning in it.

"Place your hand on your stomach!" Declan shouted at me.

"Apply pressure! You have to slow down the bleeding!"

I nodded weakly, even though I didn't know how I was going to do it.

I tried to lift my hand and press down on my stomach like he said.

But the moment my hand touched the wound, a fresh wave of pain exploded inside of me.

I jerked back instantly, crying even harder.

I couldn't do it.

I just couldn't.

The pain was too much.

It was tearing me apart.

It was eating me alive from the inside.

"I'm dying from this pain!" I sobbed, turning my teary eyes to Declan.

"I can't do it, Declan! I can't!" I cried, my voice breaking into pieces.

"The pain is too much for me to handle! I can't bear it anymore!"

Declan let out a rough, frustrated sound, but he didn't take his eyes off the road.

He was driving so fast now, the tires screamed against the pavement.

"If only you had listened to me," he said bitterly.

"I told you not to touch the bullet. I told you!"

I could hear the anger and fear in his voice, but I didn't have the strength to argue.

I just kept crying.

"I hate to tell you this, Beatrice," he added coldly, "but I told you so."

His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white.

He didn't even spare me a single glance.

And somehow... that hurt too.

"Why... why am I suddenly bleeding this much?" I cried out, my voice shaking with fear.

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When I was first shot, it didn't even bleed like this.

It wasn't pouring out like a river.

But now... now it was like my whole life was draining out of me, right in front of my eyes.

Even my clothes were soaked.

The blood was warm and sticky against my skin, and the sight of it made me cry harder.

"You were bleeding that much because..." Declan started to say, his voice tight and serious.

"...when you were first shot, the bullet was just there, stuck inside.

It blocked the wound a little, so the blood couldn't pour out."

He gripped the steering wheel even tighter.

"But when you used your fingers to disturb it," he continued, "you shifted the bullet to another side.

And now... the place where the bullet was is open.

That's why blood is rushing out like that."

"Fuck me!" I cussed out loud, fresh tears blinding my vision.

I'm doomed.

I'm so doomed.

I cried even harder, feeling panic swallowing me whole.

But Declan's voice broke through my fear.

"You are not doomed, Beatrice! You are going to be okay!" he shouted, trying to reach me through my panic.

"Just... try applying more pressure on the place where you were shot.

Don't think about the pain.

Don't reason it.

Just do it.

Because if you keep bleeding this much... you're not going to make it before we get there!"

His voice was rough, urgent, almost begging me.

But how was I supposed to do it when my whole body felt like it was shutting down?

"I can't!" I cried out.

"I'm feeling weak... so weak..."

My body was heavy.

My head was spinning.

I couldn't even feel my hands properly anymore.

A deep tiredness settled over me, like a warm, dangerous blanket.

"I'm feeling sleepy," I whispered, my head starting to nod forward.

"I just... I just want to sleep."

The words slipped out of my mouth without thinking.

"DO NOT SLEEP!" Declan shouted, his voice so loud that it made me jump.

I snapped my eyes open immediately, my heart pounding in my chest.

But even then... I still felt the sleep pulling at me.

It was stronger than before.

My eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds.

My body begged me to just close my eyes for a little bit... just for a second.

I turned my head weakly toward him, my vision blurry and full of tears.

"Why are you wicked to me?" I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Just let me sleep, Declan... please..."

My voice cracked as I begged him.

"My eyes are heavy... so heavy..."

I could barely hold them open anymore.

"I promise," I whispered, lying even to myself,

"I promise to wake up... and continue holding the place where I was shot... but just let me sleep... just for a little bit..."