Love is A Compass

Alaia's POV

To say i was shocked to have Angelo carry me back to the car like that would be an understatement. The more time passes the more i realise how similar he is to Nick, they act and react the same way to things, hell, they even seem closer than blood bothers.

The drive back was silent, the air thick with tension, but every now and then, i would look at Nick, who has his eyes closed and his head is resting on the headrest while his left hand is glued to his hurt side. I can see he is in pain but he doesn't want to show it any emotion on his face. His breathing is sharp and deep, the only sound in the car. Maybe we should just head back to the hospital, but i keep my mouth shut about it.

I wonder if his would has opened up or something, it looks serious. I can see blood on his clothes. Why are we even going home when he is like that? I should have just kept my mouth shut, i mentally scold myself, i was going to, but i just snapped when he kept pushing me.