Johannes POV
What started as relief at finally finding Clara quickly turned to concern. Her lips were blue and her jaw clenched to stop her teeth chattering. Confirming my suspicions she refused to get on my bike and instantly started asking about Elsa, I began trying to explain but it was paining me to see her so cold, ‘Can I get you back to the lorry to do this?’ I asked, ‘Your lips are literally turning blue and-‘ suddnely I noticed bruising around her neck. In the dull light and rain I couldn’t be sure but it looked like it went right round? ‘Who did this kid?’ I growled, anger instantly coursing through my veins.
‘Did Elsa sleep in the lorry with you?’ what kind of a stupid question was that, someone had tried to hurt her and she was more concerned that Elsa might have slept near me
