“Bunny…El… I am leaving. The ambulance is coming to pick Kyle up. We needed to bring him to the hospital,” Sam casually declared, going inside the room.
“Why?” I panicky asked, jolting up.
“Chill, El…he’s okay… please don’t worry…” Sam looked at me.
“I don’t,” I snorted.
Tom squeezed my hand, “What happened, Dearie?” he calmly asked.
Sam chuckled. “Well, Max beat the s**t out of him this afternoon. Kyle’s having difficulty breathing and moving,” she answered, checking Gideon on the bed. “Oh, Dion looks tired,” Sam caressed Gideon’s hair before kissing his forehead.
“Kyle is fine earlier,” I butted. I knew he was battered and beaten, but he looked okay.
“Yes. I was treating his bruises when he complained about his side rib cage. Max got him around that body part multiple times, so
