Red stains soaked Rachel's white uniform at such speed, Madison feared she wouldn't be able to help her. Rachel touched a hand to her stomach and crumpled, staring at David's departing figure with a look of such betrayal it hurt to see it.
Madison caught her just before she hit the floor, vaguely aware of people surrounding them. "Call Viglar," she screamed. "Now, do it now, or she's going to die."
She applied pressure to the wounds, but they were gut wounds, and David had sent several bullets where he must've known it would cause the most agony, ensuring that Rachel wouldn't survive.
"I'm sorry, Rachel, it happened so fast. I should've tried to stop him. Grabbed the gun somehow."
Blood bubbled out of Rachel's mouth. "He would've killed you too."