"There were- paramedics. An ambulance came to check people out, I didn't- I didn't stick around long enough for them to find- I guess they went from apartment to apartment." Martin offers his hand, securely bandaged, a quiver in his voice. "It's not that bad. Just- first degree, is what they said. Not nearly as bad as yours."

God, he's so scared.

"I told her- I said to her that she couldn't have you."