The next morning, Ava learned about the attack on Dylan. The moment she heard that he was injured and had been rushed to the hospital, her heart sank. Panic hit her like a tidal wave, and she rushed to the hospital without thinking anything.
Her heart pounded as she rushed through the hospital corridors. She barely noticed the people around looking at her strangely. Her mind was consumed with one thought: Dylan.
She pushed open the door to his room, her breath catching at the sight before her. Dylan sat on the hospital bed, his arm resting on the pillow, his hand wrapped in thick gauze. His face was calm, but his eyes flickered with concern the moment he saw her.
"Ava!" Dylan straightened. "Why are you here?"
Ava couldn't stop her tears from falling. She rushed over to him, her gaze dropping to his hand. "Your hand," she choked. She wanted to ask so many questions, but her throat tightened, and she couldn't speak.