-Zade Collins:
"Come on, please… just don't get angry," Blake whispered, his voice trembling like he was the one who'd been hit instead of me. "I mean, he didn't do it on purpose. I promise. Who would ever do that on purpose? I swear, Zade, he didn't."
I sighed heavily, tipping my head back against the hospital pillows. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly above me, stabbing into my skull like knives, and my body ached with every breath. The scratches along my arms itched under the bandages, and my head still pulsed with that stubborn, dull ache. I didn't want to fight with him — not here, not now, when he looked like he was breaking apart in front of me.
But then my eyes flicked back to him, and something made me freeze. My eyes widened.
"Blake…" My voice came out sharper than I meant it to, almost panicked. "Oh my God. Did you get hurt?"
