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Zeke tried to lift his hands, and Ollie took them both and held them to his chest.
“I did it. I saved her,” Zeke whispered through a cough.
“Yeah, you did, my friend.” Ollie broke and forced a small smile over his wet face.
“Mia, and Ollie, forever,” Zeke finally whispers with a hoarse throat. His eyes blinked closed as blood soaked through his shirt.
“No, no, no, no, stay with me,” Ollie’s head snapped in my direction. “Go, Mia! Get help!” The words seemed so far away, yet right in my ear. Until Ollie’s hands clutched my face and demanded me to see him—to hear him. “He needs you ... I need you. Look at me! I need you to fucking hear me, Mia! Go find help!”