Charlotte sat next to Oliver in the hospital, guilt washing over her as she thought about the incident. Chase had come in earlier with a few men in uniforms to ask her questions, and she was still too shaken to say much. Soon, the door opened, and Chase walked in.
"Mia," he said with concern, walking towards her. "We should go home and change," he said, grabbing her arm. "You have blood on your arms and body."
"What if he dies?" Charlotte asked, her voice trembling.
"He won't," Chase reassured her.
"Yeah, but what if he does?" Charlotte insisted. "He jumped in to save me. What if he dies because of me?" Her voice shook with emotion.
"He won't die," Chase said, pulling her into a hug. "He will be fine; the doctors said so."
"I'm scared, Chase," Charlotte admitted. I did
