Alina’s POV
“Easy,” I murmured, slipping an arm under Elias to help him out of the car. His weight shifted heavily onto me, and a low groan escaped his lips as his fractured foot brushed the ground. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t complain.
“Lean on the car,” I instructed softly. I hurried back into the vehicle, grabbed his crutch, and pressed it into his hand. My eyes never left him as he tested his balance, each limping step making me hold my breath in fear he’d stumble and make the injury worse.
When we finally reached the door, I stretched my hand out quickly and pulled it open.
“Thank you,” Elias muttered as he hobbled past me, the crutch thudding softly against the floor.
“Let’s get you to your room,” I said gently, trying to reassure him. No sign of Zayn—he must have stepped ou
