"Harper?" I say his name, unsure about what I was seeing.
"Hi." He whispers and I let out a loud gasp. My hands flies straight to my mouth to cover it.
"W-what happened to you?" I ask gently as I walk slowly to his side.
He stares at me confused, then looks down at his clothes and chuckles.
"How did that get there?" He mumbles.
What?
Is he seriously saying he doesn't remember?...
Does he have a concussion?
"How did you get the injury?" I ask him.
"I got into a nasty fight." He says almost immediately.
"Why would you get yourself into a nasty fight?" I ask when I stood in front of him.
"Because I couldn't stop thinking about you with him." He explains. "It made me sick."
Oof.
"Still you shouldn't get into a fight because of that."
"But it did take my mind off it for
