Elena’s POV
Screams filled the air as I fell. My top caught on a metal railing, jerking me mid-drop and stopping me from crashing all the way down. Still, I hit the floor hard. A sharp, burning pain tore through my leg as my ankle bent the wrong way. I cried out, clutching at the ground.
Before I could even process what had happened, Philip was beside me. He dropped to his knees and carefully gathered me into his arms.
“Are you alright?” he asked urgently with a worried expression.
I was shaking, my breath uneven. “I don’t know. My ankle hurts so bad…I think I twisted my ankle.”
He raised an eyebrow slightly. “From a fall like that?” he said lightly. “I’m surprised it's not worse.”
“I’m not sure it's not,” I groaned, biting back another cry.
Mark rushed over then, hi
