Chapter 35 Bleeding Out

She grabbed his arm, steadied him. “Bathroom. Now.”

“I’m fine—”

“You’re bleeding through your goddamn pants, Cole. Move.”

He didn’t argue. She hauled him into the tiny bathroom. Fluorescent buzz made everything harsher—the blood on his jeans went from red to shameful black.

“Off.” She pointed.

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