Who Will Fall First?

"Shelby?"

I heard someone call out, but I was too busy to answer back. Currently, I was trying to make sure I didn't get stabbed. Which would be terribly bad! Then I heard a yelp of surprise, and looked back. It was Eve. Apparently, he had become a target to whoever was the hell was here. His eyes were wide, and his hands were resting on the sides of his stomach, his head tilted downward. Worry and fear both struck me at the same time when I realized. He had been stabbed. Sticking out of his stomach, short and thick, was a knife handle. His shirt quickly turned bloody, as did his slightly shaky hands, and he sunk onto his knees. "Eve!" "Eve?!" Amelia and I yelled out at the same time, both mad and fearful. I dodged another attack, and ran for Eve, sliding down onto my knees in front of him and holding his shoulders so he didn't tip over. Now that I was closer, I could hear his breathing. Labored, and uneven, as if he had run a marathon without rests. He even coughed a few times, a bit of blood spilling out the corner of his mouth. I felt rage boil inside me, but I did my best to stay calm. I couldn't loose control. That wouldn't be good. "Eve, listen to me. I know it hurts, and I know it's hard, but you have to stay awake." A hand rested on my shoulder, and I turned to find Amelia kneeling beside me, her face showing concern and barely held back rage. "I'll take care of him, and-" "I'll keep the attacks directed at me." I finished, swallowing my emotions down and turning serious. I gave Eve's shoulders a small, gentle squeeze, reached up to pat Amelia's hand, and then stood, ready to get the job done.