A few more rounds come through the wall and I swear I feel the breeze of the bullet passing me.
I'm going to die in here.
The thought overtakes the panic and I feel my nervous system kicking in.
Adrian told me to stay here, but if they keep shooting, this bathroom will become my grave.
My hands drop from my ears. I crawl forward, my knees scraping against broken pieces littering the floor, and I reach for the lock.
My fingers shake so badly I almost can't turn it.
Finally, I do and the door swings open, and I'm greeted by a wall of smoke. After a few moments, it disappears out the missing bedroom window and I can see the faint outline of the door.
I stay low, crawling toward it.
Gunfire echoes somewhere deeper in the cabin. Men shouting. The crash of something heavy hitting the floor.
The smoke burns my eyes, makes them water. I wipe them with the back of my hand and keep moving.
I reach the door and look down the hallway and the smoke thins just enough for me to see shapes.
Bodies on the floor, blood, lots of blood and then I see him.
Adrian.
He's shirtless on his back, his left arm hanging limp at his side, blood streaming down his skin, surrounding him.
In a flash my entire world shatters at the thought of him dead.
"Adrian!"
I scramble to my feet and run forward, not caring about anything but getting to him.
Victor is there, his gun raised, scanning the room. When he hears me, he looks at me, his eyes wide.
"Elena, get back in the room."
"No!"
I reach Adrian and drop beside him, my hands going immediately to his shoulder, pressing down hard.
His blood is warm and there's so much of it.
"Adrian, look at me. Please look at me."
His eyes are open but they don't look like his eyes. I'm just thankful he's alive.
"Leni..."
"I'm here. I'm right here, baby."
Victor crouches beside us, his hand on my shoulder. "You need to hide. Now."
"No."
"Elena."
"I said no!"