~ NYSSA
I stumbled back, staring in shock at what I had done, at the blood coating my fingers, my clothes, my arms.
Henry was unrecognizable. Blood pooled over his body and the floor beneath us, his face was covered in cuts, his eye was cut, as was his throat. I could barely see any glimpse of the man I knew.
A pained groan filled the air and I stumbled back, heart hammering in my chest as I realized that he was still alive.
He gasped, presumably trying to speak but all that came out were garbled sounds as blood pooled in his mouth.
Horror filled me, coating me with shame as I dragged myself to my feet. The keys were right there, in his pocket.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, more for me than for him as I snatched them up. "I have to do this."
