Cory shifted his weight, intending to push himself to a sitting position. An incredible pain sliced through his mid-section, so strong it made his head swim. He let himself fall back, alarmed. He ran his hand down his left side where the worst of the pain radiated, dreading what he would find there.
He supposed he knew even before he touched it. He was certainly no stranger to blood. But it was still a shock to find so much of it.
It had soaked through his shirt. Christ, it was probably on the ground too.
Those fuckers stabbed me!