Emma's POV
“Philip, wait up!” I called out loud enough for him to hear. But he walked into the hotel quickly.
“Didn't he hear me?” I frown, mumbling under my breath. I quickly followed him. I didn't have the time to inform the boys that I found him because I didn't want to end up losing sight of him.
I followed him until we got to our hotel room. He unlocked the door and got in.
“Philip? Didn't you hear me call out to you?” I asked him curiously.
He turned around, startled to see me. I gasped when I saw the state he was in. He has a black eye and his cheek looks red and swollen. His clothes are stained with dirt and blood, which is undoubtedly his.
“What happened to you?” I asked him worriedly, walking towards him and trying to take a look at his wounds up close. His lip is busted.
