(RAFFAELE'S POV)
My shoulder burns. A deep, radiating ache that starts right at the joint and spreads like a fucking wildfire down my right arm. I'm on my back on the wet bathroom floor, cradling my right arm with my left. My teeth are gritted so hard my jaw hurts, a groan ripping out of me as I try to push myself up.
"Oh my God, Rafa."
Krystal's voice cuts through the painful haze.
She rushes in and drops to her knees beside me on the wet floor. Her hands are on me, steadying me, helping me sit up against the tiled wall.
My back hits the cool surface and I just breathe, heavy and ragged. The shower spray is still on, the water running down her hair, her face, and soaking her clothes. Her blue eyes search mine, wide and full of concern.
"You're getting yourself wet," I manage, the words coming out between breaths. "Don't worry about me. It was just a little slip."
