Remo's mind raced as he looked between Abby, bleeding and trembling, and Nicole, standing in shock, her hands stained with blood. The scene was chaotic, a nightmare unfolding in slow motion, and for a moment, he was frozen, unsure of what to believe.
Abby's soft whimpers broke through his haze. "Remo… please," she whispered, reaching out toward him, her face pale and her body weak from the wound. "Help me…"
Without hesitation, Remo rushed to her side, kneeling down to support her as he examined the knife still lodged in her abdomen. His heart pounded with panic, his breath shallow as he tried to assess how serious her injury was. Blood was seeping through her clothes, staining the pristine kitchen floor, but she was still conscious—barely.
"Hang on, Abby, I'm calling an ambulance," Remo muttered, his voice shaking as he fumbled for his phone.