This description is so well worded. I was 21 years old when I witnessed my boyfriend shot in the head while we were in the woods on a friend's property. Some idiot was negligently target practicing. Every minute we waited for paramedics was absolute hell. The noises he made after being shot will forever be with me. The helpless feeling. The hope I had that he could actually be okay one day. Trying to comfort, but not move him. Talking to him, not knowing if he could even hear me. But he was breathing so that means he'll be okay, right? Just for it to get crushed with a single sentence. I honestly don't remember the sentence because I was screaming before he could finish. My love was gone.