Jealous

Hensley's POV

I'm holding Kaya's hand and it's soft, her skin is a vibrant pale. My eyes trail to her lips and I see the hand print of Marcus's hands, although it's fading away, it's still obvious. Her swollen eyes was deflated, it only had a darkish blue mark to show the spot that had been greatly affected by the hit. 

I bring her hand to my lips and I kiss it, I carefully drop it at her side so she wouldn't wake up. They had put her to sleep to stop the pain.

I pushed the chair backwards as I stand up and I make my way outside the hospital to catch fresh air, the smell of antiseptic was clouding my chest.

 A sleek black car pulled into the hospital's parking lot and a familiar figure climbed out and shut the door, my mouth fell open in bewilderment.