I lowered myself further, pressing my palm against the soaked carpet. I began to crawl, hunting for glass.
Shards bit into my skin, leaving fine, bloody trails in their wake.
Stella hissed softly, clinging to Sebastian's arm. "My feet hurt."
"Spoiled girl. I'll carry you. It's filthy here."
He scooped her up. His heavy boot came down on the back of my hand, crushing it against the floor as he stepped over me without breaking stride.
I remained on the floor, staring at my mangled hand. A low, broken laugh escaped me.
Tears mingled with the warm, metallic fluid gushing from my nose, dripping onto the ruined carpet together.
The manager recoiled. "What the hell is wrong with you? You're bleeding everywhere."
I staggered upright, wiping my face messily with my sleeve. The fabric turned instantly crimson.
"Maybe... I'm just dying."
Ignoring his stunned expression, I turned away. Blood dripped behind me, forming a broken red line as I dragged myself toward the exit.
When I pushed open the front door, the crash of shattering porcelain echoed from the kitchen.
Sebastian was on the floor, struggling to drag his body toward his overturned wheelchair.