"I'm taking you to the nurse's office."
Tess groaned, shaking her head. “Camila, no. I don’t want to make a big deal out of this.”
“Tess, you’re literally bleeding. This isn’t up for debate.”
She sighed again, her shoulders slumping in defeat. “Fine,” she muttered. “But if the nurse asks, I tripped or something, okay?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, because ‘tripping’ totally explains looking like you went ten rounds in a boxing ring.”
She shot me a weak glare, but there was a flicker of amusement in her eyes. “Just help me up, will you?”
I slid an arm under her shoulders, carefully pulling her to her feet. She winced as she stood, and I bit back the urge to ask if she was okay. Clearly, she wasn’t.
The moment Tess was settled in the nurse's office, begrudgingly lying down with an
