"Especially not by me," Elena whispered.
She didn't let the moment linger. Her gaze dropped to the jagged wound on my leg, the blood still oozing through the fabric of my pants. Without a word, she grabbed my arm, lifted it, and draped it over her shoulder to give me support.
"Huh?" I grunted, caught off guard by the sudden contact.
Before I could protest, her other hand went to my back, gripping me firmly and pulling me against her as we began to walk ahead.
Is she... helping me walk?
I guess she isn't all bad. Or maybe she just wants to make sure that I don't fall apart before she's done with me.
She didn't say a word, her expression returning to that stoic, icy mask as she steered me across the stone stage. We were halfway to the exit when she abruptly stopped.
Why did we stop? I wondered. My head was already spinning from the blood loss so I couldn't think clearly. But, her next words answered my question.
