KADE
I was angry and furious, so completely consumed by rage that I could barely see straight. Nothing would stop me from spiraling right now, especially not when Ronan was being his usual stubborn self and refusing to let the doctors touch him.
He was sitting on the couch in the living room, blood dripping from his head wound onto my white carpet, his face already swelling from where Damon had repeatedly punched him, and he was just sitting there acting like it was no big deal.
I walked over to him and yelled, not caring who heard me, "What the f**k is your problem, Ronan? You're bleeding all over my house! You're f*****g hurt badly and I hate seeing you like this! Just let them work on you for once in your goddamn life!"
"No," Ronan said stubbornly, his voice rough and defiant even
