Lydia's POV
I couldn't believe my eyes. Why am I so useless!? I can only see, sense and perceive Levi as he falls to the ground. The chaos and commotion outside ensued, but I couldn't focus on anything but Levi.
"Levi!" Fortunately, I get my senses back and yell his name. I've never been this distraught in my entire life! "Levi! Levi, wake up!" I try to hold his head over my thigh, giving him support.
"No..no! This can't happen to me!" I cry, my eyes suddenly moving down to watch something compelling. The blood seeps into his grey tee, making me even more nervous. He is breathing, I can see his chest rise and fall ever so delicately! He's hanging by a thread, and I am responsible for it...
"Please...please. Don't die on me, Levi. Please!" I beg him. I plead to the Gods in my head that nothing should happen to him. Or I'd never forgive myself.
"There...oh God. Officer,"
A couple of cops barge in, the lights are switched on as two cops stand over me.