front tire and fender, and the blood dripping from the Mercedes emblem on the
hood. BLOOD! A shock wave ran through him as he glanced down at Mary's
stomach, and noticed the gaping hole and the blood flowing out, which had already
soaked his pants and was running in a small stream toward the guilty car.
"Am I going to be okay, Jeromy?" He looked at her furrowed brow and pale
countenance.
"The ambulance is on the way, baby. Don't worry; just relax," he said as he
stared off at the house, hoping that the ambulance would get there soon. He closed
his eyes and began to pray silently. Just then Joshua, whom he had almost
forgotten was still in the car, began to wail. He couldn't/wouldn't leave Mary,
though, so he just let him cry.