Zoey's POV:
I don’t remember how I was hurt. If Mr. Mafia didn’t tell me I wouldn’t notice that.
Now that I remember that, on my way here, my bike slid on the wet road and I fell. That’s why I came here with Charles.
I might have come here as I drove with my injured hand, if Charles hadn’t followed me.
I hissed from the pain when I tried to remove my jacket. When I removed my jacket, I noticed some blood on it.
I looked down to see my gray t-shirt drenched in blood. I noticed the pain from shoulder to elbow.
I placed my jacket next to me and noted that Mr. Mafia hands on my back as his thumb rubbed my spinal cord.
“Can you lift your hand for us?” a nurse asked as she sat next to me. I tried to hold up my hand, but it only gave me pain when the skin on my back stretched.
“How a
