I stayed there for a few seconds, leaning against the wall, trying to breathe through the pain. Then I slowly pushed myself up and walked back to the bedroom.
I took off my coat and saw the bruise already forming on my shoulder. Dark. Ugly.
I opened the first aid kit and cleaned it quietly, pressing the cotton against my skin. It stung, but it was nothing compared to what was inside my chest.
That felt like something dull was slicing through it… slowly, over and over again.
I sat on the edge of the bed and stared out the window. The sky was getting darker, the city lights coming on one by one.
I don’t even know how long I stayed like that. Until my phone rang.
Hudson.
I hesitated for a second then picked up.
“Come to the Favilla hospital,” he said, straight to the point.
My heart skipped. “What happened?”
“We’ll talk when you get here.”
The line went dead.
...
When I arrived, I saw him right away. He was standing outside the operating room. And Amber… she was pressed against him, crying like her whole world was falling apart.
My steps slowed.
Something tightened in my chest again, like a hand squeezing too hard.
I still walked over.
“What happened?” I asked softly.