Bring Down the Stars (Beautiful Hearts Duet #1)(94)

Someone helped me buckle in, and tried to treat my arm.

“Leave it,” I barked. “Get me a pen.”

“A what?” the medic asked over the din of the whirring helicopter blades. “A pen?”

I looked over to Wes, his eyes closed, his face a ghastly shade of white.

“Give me a goddamn pen,” I screamed.

The guy left my field of vision, then came back with a ball point. I snatched it out of his hand. I held the notebook against my leg with my left hand—the arm which felt scarily numb—and scratched with a trembling hand on the back of the notebook.

Autumn,

Wes wrote this and everything else. For you.

-C

I tried to write her address, but the pen fell from my fingers. I pressed the notebook against the medic’s chest, my eyes falling shut under a wave of dizziness as the chopper lifted off.

“You have to mail this. Mail this…”

“What? Your arm…”

“Fuck my arm, you have to mail this. Autumn…Autumn Caldwell. At Amherst University…Ridell Hall. No…Rhodes…?” My vision grayed out again and this time my eyes wouldn’t open. “Fuck, I can’t… It’s Amherst. The school. You got that? Autumn…”

Then blackness came down.