Chapter 19_Ashton’s POV
The moment Moana guided me into her former apartment, the pain from my injuries hit me fully. My shoulder throbbed with a pain that made every breath jagged, and a sharp sting ran down my side where I had been grazed by a bullet. I tried moving to get more comfortable, but it was so difficult for me.
“Careful,” Moana said Calmly, placing her hand on me to keep me still. “Just sit here. Don’t move too much.”
I let her guide me to the couch, gritting my teeth against the surge of pain. Moana knelt beside me, her hands surprisingly steady as she examined my wounds. She went inside and brought out a first-aid kit. She removed my clothes that has already been drenched with blood and made the blood stop pouring.
“I need to call Dr. Hassan,” she said.
“And listen, he
