"Austin," I whimper, trying to keep myself under control. But then he comes to a complete halt. His body is rigid and firm. "Austin?" I run my hands from up his back, and touch his shoulder to see if he was okay. He makes no reaction, and I begin to get scared. What the hell is going on? Is there something about his health I’m missing? With much force, I push him harder and blood splatters all over my hands.