I swallow the lump in my throat, pushing it down until it sinks into my stomach.
“It’s okay, Fiona, to talk about it,” Ethan tells me, brushing his hand down the back of my hair again. The soft touch and his support make me want to open up. I hadn’t said anything after he caught me. I was frozen in fear and blacked out. It wasn’t until I was sitting in the back of an ambulance that I came back around.
Ethan had been hovering beside me, holding my hand as the paramedic told him, and me, that I was all right. My only injuries were a bruised jaw and fingers. Luckily, they’re just torn up from being stepped on.
After that, Ethan took me to his car. Ryan was there and apologized multiple times on the drive home. I don’t remember anything after that before waking up a few minutes ago.
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