When the man turns him over, he realizes that Marcus has been stabbed pretty badly, not once but three times. “He is losing a lot of blood” the man says. I watch him squirm around on the floor in pain as he groans.
I cry as I hover over him and tell him he’ll be fine. He holds my hand and I can tell that he is slowly slipping out of consciousness. In that moment two paramedics come and they escort him out of the toilet carrying him. In a hysterical state I ask one of them if I can go with him, he simply says yes and I hop into the back of the ambulance. I watch as one of them tries to stop the bleeding giving him some unknown substance. He tells him, he’s going to be alright.