Jhett was starting to feel sick to his stomach, the blood had slowed some but not enough. He started to lay back on the sand, his eyelids were heavy and he felt like going to sleep. Once he laid down he removed his hand from his head, letting the ground hold it into place for him. He looked up at the bright blue cloudless sky, and found himself wishing that he was looking up at it differently. Not bleeding from his head, but maybe lying on the beach with Yvette curled up beside him. Yvette? He barely knew her, his brain must be dying too because here he was wishing to be with someone he hardly knew. His eyes started to flutter closed...