Instead of heading straight back, I pushed Adrian's wheelchair down Helmont Town's bustling streets. Our duo—his striking looks and my nervous energy—turned heads left and right. Adrian was in high spirits, chatting easily, when a car suddenly barreled toward us as we crossed the street.
Instinct kicked in. I shoved his wheelchair forward, desperate to get him to safety. But Adrian was faster. He yanked the brake, pulling me behind him as the car screeched to a stop, its front bumper grazing his chair. A sharp edge caught his cheek, a thin line of blood trickling down.
I rushed to his side, heart pounding, checking him for injuries. When I saw the blood, my chest tightened. I was scrambling for something to stop it when a voice hit me like a freight train, raw with relief. "Amelia! It's
