Fifty-six

The bullet had gone through his stomach and he was bleeding profusely.

Tristan’s eyes were gradually closing but he was fighting to keep them open and Angela began to sob. She placed her palm on the bullet hole in his stomach trying to apply pressure to limit the bleeding.

“Put pressure on it, please” she yelled to Alan.

Alan got on his knees and placed his two palms firmly on the bullet hole.

“Please, Tristan, just hang on for me. Somebody call an ambulance” she yelled again at one of the bodyguards.

“Miss Cameron, the ambulance may not get here in time.”

Alan answered, panic written all over his face.

“So what do we do? Just wait here and watch him die?” She asked with frustration and tears streaming down her face.

“I suggest we take him to the hospital. It would be faster that way.”

“Then, let’s not waste any more time.” She stood up as the two bodyguards lifted Tristan up and they quickly headed to the car.

They placed him gently on the seat.

“Can you sit, or would you prefer to