~LAYLA~
Tye burst through the stairwell doors with his gun drawn, followed by three other security officers in tactical formation.
"Medic!" he roared, sliding across the wet floor to where we knelt.
He holstered his weapon quickly and dropped down beside Axel, immediately checking his pulse at his neck. "Ambulance is three minutes out! Clear the elevators! Move people, now!"
"He's losing consciousness," Helena cried as she pressed her blood-soaked cardigan against Axel's shoulder. "Tye, his eyes! Look at his eyes!"
Axel's grip on my hand went slack. His eyes rolled back, showing whites.
"No, no, no," I whispered, squeezing his hand harder. "Axel, stay with me. Please stay with me."
"Stay with me, Axe," Tye commanded, applying pressure to several points on Axel's back simultaneously. "Don't you fade out on me. Don't you dare!"
"Is he breathing?" I asked, my voice breaking. "Tye, is he breathing?"
