Eva’s POV
In front of my eyes, Dylan is helding his chest where his heart is. He is on floor on his knees. The sight breaks my heart. I took few steps in his direction and lowered myself to my knees.
“Aah.. it’s hurting” he said in a mere whisper. Tears are gathered in his eyes but he is doing his best to hold them.
“Let’s go to your room” I said but my voice is cracking because of pain. My heart is hurting seeing him in this condition.
I helped him to get up and was grateful he didn’t push me away. His one hand was on my shoulders and my one hand was on his waist. His most of the weight was on me, making it difficult for me to walk. With great difficulty I took him to his room and made him sit on the bed. I put one pillow behind his back so that he can comfortably lean on headboard
