She always liked Zachary more than her old manβ his vices aligned with hers and he understood better than most that sometimes the excess and the rage were nice. Not proper, maybe, but cathartic. And maybe she liked pushing him too far, daring him to go as far as she would.
And had it been her, it would be different, she thinks. She's been stabbed before. Didi could take care of herself and the pained adrenaline would help her; she's sure of it. She could focus more if it was her and not someone she cared about. Right now with the drink and the panic, she can't think at all and she feels utterly uselessβ she's usually so good under pressure and yet the thought of Zachary hurt sent her into the sort of panic she's only felt one time before.
He says he's going to be okay and she just nods and hopes he's right; she isn't a medical personβ sure, she's patched herself on occasions but never something this serious. Her phone is being searched for with the hand not keeping pressure on his woundβ Didi's initial thought is an ambulance. That made sense. They could help him. Don't call Jasper and get yourself in trouble, is her second thought.
Even as 115 is being tapped in, the second thought keeps coming back to her; Jasper loves Zachary. That's more than he felt about her, she's sure. If Zachary diesβ she doesn't want to think about it, but there's too much blood for her to ignore that possibilityβ she can't go back. He won't let her come back home. She wholeheartedly believes thatβ
Don't call them, came his whispering reply.
Didi looks at Zachary like he has two heads. "WhβWhat do you mean don'tβ Zachary you've been FUCKING stabbed." She cannot believe she has to be the voice of reason here.
Call Jasper. Didi sucks in a breath. She doesn't want to. It's a bad idea all around. She hates to admit it but Jasper's her last lifeline...and if she actually messes that up to the point of no forgiveness, she won't have anything to fall back on.
But Zachary...he stares up at her in such a serene way. Like he knows it's all going to be alright. Didi doesn't how he manages to be more persuasive than her, but she does as she's asked for once. Jasper's number is dialed and Zachary shifts under her. "Don't move, hm. Conserve your strength." She orders with trembling lips.
It rings in her ear and she's suddenly aware of how quiet it is out here. There are the soft sounds of cars from the other side of the bar. The slight whine of the wind above their heads. And Zachary's quiet, shaking breathingβ she doesn't know if she's actually breathing. She can't feel it.
"βZachary a Γ©tΓ© poignardΓ©. Nous sommes dans un bar...Jasper, j'ai peur."