They waited for a cab that would take them to the hospital once outside the bar. Anthony carried the unconscious Ella bridal-style, while Patrick stood beside him, looking just as roughed up with his swollen lip and black eye.
“Is she okay?” Patrick remembered to ask Anthony. His fist clenched as he looked at the blood that was now staining his buddy’s shirt.
Anthony gave him a cutting glare. “She took a chair for you, dude.”
Patrick averted his face and scowled at the ground. “I didn’t expect her at all. It should have been me who was hit.”
Anthony was silent for a bit before replying, “Yeah, you accused her as a liar and made her the pariah of the whole school and she still took a chair for you.”
Patrick cursed under his breath. “I trusted the wrong person. I was so f*****g blind in
