It's going to be okay.I hear the bullets go through me before I feel them. I hear them tear through my body and burrow into the bookcase behind me. I may have screamed. I'm not sure. If I screamed, it was for Parker, not myself. One hits his chest, two in his stomach. I feel his blood splatter across my face, and feel my own pouring between my fingers as I press them against my side.Stop bleeding. Stop bleeding. I'm not sure where they hit me; it's just pain, just shaking, just his hand holding mine. Another shot rings out, and I hear a grunt as Patrick falls