"Henry...Henry Hudson, I've called an ambulance, hang on, I beg you, hang on."
Charlotte Thompson clung tightly to Henry Hudson, her clothes stained with blood. Observing this, Jack Bryant, who was restraining Evelyn Curtis, immediately came over and inquired softly.
"Miss, the ambulance is ready. Should I escort this gentleman to the hospital?"
"I'm taking him. Help me carry him to the ambulance now."
The usually collected Charlotte quickly made a decision while trying to keep her emotions in check.
"Alright, Miss." Jack promptly lifted Henry Hudson and brought him to the ambulance.
In the deserted hospital corridor, a shivering Charlotte sat stiffly in a chair, haunted by the sight of Henry collapsing.
The blood-stained clothes felt sticky and uncomfortable against her skin, yet all Charlotte could think about was how Henry had taken a knife for her.