Magical Blood

Once they parked outside the hospital, Xiran slightly shook Aselia again, swiping the loose strands of her hair from her face. 

"We are here," she finally opened her eyes and looked around in bewilderment. Her mind not registering what was happening. Xiran sensed that she was confused.

"We came to visit Yurian," he placed his palm on her cheek so she would calm down, her heartbeat was so erratic as she seemed lost.

"Oh!" was all she could mutter and he gave her time to collect her thoughts. 

She gazed at the state of her clothes, her jeans were bloody and torn and the oversized white shirt Xiran had lent her fell to her knees. She was sure her hair was a mess, and although most of her injuries had been covered with bandages by Silver Wolf, she looked awful. 

"You look fine," Xiran seemed to have read her mind, for her apprehensions were clear in her eyes. Xiran alighted the car and went to her side before opening the door.