Asher’s point of view
My throat constricted as I scooped Scarlett into my arms. Stepping out of the bathroom, I strode across the room, making my way to the bed. I seated her firmly on the bed; she was quiet, not uttering a word.
I rushed over to the drawer and brought out a first aid box, making my way to the bed. I sat next to her. I gently held her hand as I cleaned her wound; it must be very painful, but she didn't even flinch or move; she just sat there, not uttering a word. I gently wrapped her hand with a bandage.
“Scarlett...” I shook her arms firmly, trying to get a reaction out of her. “Asherly is crying, won't you go and check up on her?” I asked, hoping that she might come out of her daze and say something at least.
Her gaze dropped, eyes sunken and heavy. My lungs constr
