Allison
Ash's eyes slowly opened, his dark green eyes staring at me with a mix of confusion and pain.
His bruised knuckles caught my attention, making me worry for his well-being.
"Are you okay, Ash?" I asked, my voice filled with concern as I took in the state of him.
"How did you get in here?" he questioned, his voice strained and weak as he attempted to sit up but faltered.
I stammered, unsure of how to convey the truth to him. Did it even matter? He looked disheveled, and I felt he should be grateful I was there.
"I found the door unlocked," I finally managed to say.
Ash stared at me, suspicion evident in his gaze.
"No, the door was locked," he insisted.
"I'm positive it was open, Ash. I wouldn't have mysteriously ended up in this room otherwise," I retorted in irritation.
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