"Angel!" Tryson called out, his voice laced with urgency as he sprinted toward her.
His heart pounded against his ribs, eyes frantically scanning her trembling form. She was on her feet, but barely.
His breath hitched when he saw it—dark red streaks of blood trailing down her leg.
In that moment, logic deserted him.
"Try—Tryson," Angel choked out, her voice breaking as he reached her.
The second he was close enough, she threw herself into his arms, clinging to him as though letting go would mean losing everything.
Her face was buried in the crook of his neck, her fingers trembling against his skin.
"Tryson, my baby..." she sobbed, her body wracked with panic.
Tryson tightened his hold on her, his hand stroking soothing circles against her back.
"Shh… I've got you. Everything's going to be okay," he murmured, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him.