~LAYLA~
Even when we got home, Axel still carried me in his arms from the car straight to my room. I wanted to say something, but I just didn't know what to say.
My mind was still spinning from everything that had happened.
"Stay here," Axel set me down on the bed like I was made of glass. "I'll call the family doctor," he said curtly, pulling out his phone before I could argue.
I nodded, unable to find my voice. Within thirty minutes, the family doctor arrived, a kind, older woman who examined my leg and the bruise on my cheek.
"The leg isn't broken, just badly bruised," she explained to Axel while cleaning my wounds. "She'll need to stay off it for a few days. The swelling on her face should go down within the week."
When she handed Axel a small bottle, he gave her a short nod.
"She needs rest more than anything right now. Give her one now, it'll help her sleep through the night."
