Adrian stumbled out of the car, blood running down his forehead. He staggered toward us, then collapsed.
"Adrian!"
I ran to him and dropped to my knees. Blood from the cut on his forehead had already covered half his face.
I reached to help him, then stopped just before my fingers touched his cheek.
Owen crouched beside us and checked his breathing.
"He's alive. I'm calling an ambulance."
Soon, sirens cut through the noise around us. Paramedics pushed through the crowd with a stretcher and lifted Adrian into the ambulance.
Even while unconscious, his face covered in blood, he kept murmuring my name.
Owen frowned. "Do you want to go to the hospital?"
I shook my head. "No. He's not my responsibility anymore."
He nodded and came back to the car with me.
After we'd driven a little w
