I felt hands on my face, and my eyes popped open to see Milo's concerned ones. I smiled at him, but he didn't return it. Instead, he brushed my stray hair from my face.
"It doesn't look like anything is broken. Just a lot of bruising that I can see, but we should get you out of here to rest." He said.
"I don't want to go home," I said.
Milo nodded.
"We can go back to my house. Dad isn't picking Mom up for another hour or so and then they are going to tie up a few things at the firm. They'll be gone for a while." He told me.
"Okay." I said.
Atlas wrapped an arm around my back and the other under my legs before scooping me up. I tucked my head into the crook of his neck instead of complaining. My body hurts so badly that I don't mind being carried.
We rushed until I was being shifted
