{Violet’s POV}
“I- I.. my legs.. I r-ran bu.. but and I you and.. B-Becca—”
“You’re not making any sense so it’s best you stop using words.” Liam advised considerately but was still glaring.
I zipped my lips shut and just stared at him, embarrassed, but then Becca broke up the silence before Liam’s glaring could burn up my face.
“I’m so sorry.” She said, returning with the handkerchief she rushed and collected from one of the nurses at the hospital’s main entrance.
She tried to use it to soak in a bit of the splaying liquid but Liam promptly stopped her:
“No.” He backed away a bit. “You don’t have to do that. It’s.. it’s fine.” He said nicely to her.
She felt really bad as she placed her hands together in a pleading manner. “I’m sorry I stained your white. I’ll get a new one if—”
