•Leiara•
Colson's grip loosens out of shock, almost letting me drop. But my soft whimper and hasty grip onto his collar snaps him back.
"Willa," he lets out breathy.
He turns to a couch and drops me. Then he runs to Willa. She is kneeling, covered in blood that she has coughed up.
Her face is pale and sweaty, and her body trembles lightly.
"What happened?" Colson asks with wide eyed horror.
Even I I'm in shock and can only stare. What the hell happened when we were out? Who could've hurt her like this.
My eyes dart to the table beside her, and on top of it rests a cup of tea on a saucer. But I don't think much of it and return my focus to Willa.
"I-I don't know," she quivers lowly.
She comes falling forward but Colson pulls her to himself.
"Let's get you to the hospital first," he says with urgent desperation.
But the next words that leave Willa freezes both him and I in place.
