Brian groaned as he tried to sit up, his face battered and bloodied. "We can’t go to the hospital," he rasped, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. "If we show up there, they’ll call the police for suspected assault or stunt activity. It’s safer to handle this with first aid."
I hesitated, fear and guilt clawing at my insides. "But you need proper medical attention, Brian. This... this is all because of me."
He shook his head, wincing at the movement. "It’s not your fault, Olivia. Dante’s a psychopath. He would’ve found a reason, one way or another."
I bit my lip, my mind racing. "Okay. My apartment isn’t far. I have a first aid kit there. Can you walk?"
He nodded, and I slipped my arm around his waist, helping him up. His weight leaned heavily on me, but I pushed through, gu
