Eleanor couldn't make it to class today—thanks to those injuries—so heading home to rest was her only option.
But she completely forgot that Ethan was still waiting at her place.
Dragging her tired body off the car, Eleanor slowly made her way to the apartment door, worn out from head to toe.
The faint scent of blood didn't take long to leak through the cracks.
"Eleanor?" The door flew open and Ethan rushed out in a panic. He pulled her into his arms, hands visibly shaking. "You're hurt!"
Ethan clung to her tightly, sniffing her like he needed to confirm it himself. His voice cracked into a growl. "Who did this to you?"
"I'm fine," Eleanor said softly, running a hand over his hair. "It's nothing serious."
But that didn't help. If anything, Ethan looked more stressed.
