I don't know how to handle this. Kai came home today covered in golden blood. He was bleeding from the mouth, clutching his stomach in pain. I ran over to him, my heart pounding as fear gripped me tightly. He looked pale and weak, like he was fading away right before my eyes.
I did what I could to help him, wrapping him up in bandages and trying to stop the bleeding. But deep down, a sense of dread settled within me as I realized just how serious his injuries were. He had been stabbed...and he was losing blood fast.
As much as I try to push people away and keep them at arm's length with my emotional walls, Kai has always been there for me - supporting me through everything despite knowing so little about my past traumas and struggles.
And now seeing him lying there on the floor fighting for his life...I can't bear the thought of losing him too. The mere idea sends shivers down my spine and fills me with a sense of despair that cuts deeper than any knife ever could.
He's more than just my husband; he's become my rock, providing stability when everything else feels chaotic around me due to ADHD/AUTISM/PTSD/DEPRESSION constantly battling inside myself while fending off agoraphobia whenever we're forced into public areas together...
But now it seems like even that might be slipping away from us both if something isn't done quickly enough because golden blood doesn't lie - it means danger is near whether we want it or not no matter how hard we try not think about such things happening again after surviving childhood abuse only see worse later adulthood....
Kai needs help beyond what I can provide alone this time around which scares hell outta but ain’t gonna let fear control anymore – gotta stay strong tough through whatever comes next because If lose then who left protect when rest world turns its back on us?