His mind raced. Adrenaline pounded through whatever veins were in his head, he couldn't even think straight now. "Uh ... 911 ... 911!" He cursed swiftly. "Where the fuck is my phone?!" He reached to his jeans pocket, hand shaking violently, and grasped onto the mechanical device, jabbing in the numbers with more venom than needed and thrusting it to his ear. "Hello? Police! Damn it! My sister! My sister's been shot! Send an ambulance or whatever! No I - I don't care! - The address is ..."<br/><br/>His hands were sticky. Sticky with a red, gleaming liquid that seemed to shine in the gloom. "Don't worry, I'm right here, I'm not gonna' go, I'm not gonna' go." He wrapped his arms around his sister's body and pulled her frail, cold form close to him. Why was she so cold? "Hold on I -" He grabbed hold of his jacket and held it clumsily over her shoulders. "Put this on - It'll help!" His mind was a mess. Thoughts sped past each other and stacked heavily over the next till they piled into an agonizing mental tower.<br/><br/>"Look at me! Don't go to sleep!" He yelled; he was losing it now. Losing his sanity, losing everything. He was going to lose the person closest to him. No, it couldn't be happening ...<br/><br/>