I Promise

Aurora's eyes slowly focused on him, confusion and fear still lingering in her gaze.

Dante gently carried her to his room and laid her down on his bed. As he examined her, he noticed the damage: her slender, pale arms bore scratches and bruises, hand marks where the intruder had gripped her too tightly, and her ankles were sprained. Despite her struggles, Aurora's defenses had kept her injuries to a minimum. She winced as she tried to lie down on her right side, the pain shooting through her back. The intruder had thrown her forcefully against the wall earlier, leaving her right side aching with every movement.

Dante had already called for first aid, and the supplies were delivered to his room.

"Let me help with the first aid until the doctor arrives," Dante said, helping her sit up against a pile of pillows. He took her right hand gently, applying ointment to her wounds. "Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Yes, a bit," she replied, but she barely made a sound as the ointment touched her skin.

By the time he had finished treating her sprained ankle, the doctor arrived.

"You need to be careful with your leg," the doctor said, examining her ankle carefully. "Avoid walking for a day or two. As for your back, it should heal on its own. Just be cautious to avoid further injury. Please rest for now. I'll let Dante know the details."

Turning to Dante, the doctor added, "She has fewer injuries, which is good. However, I sense she may experience some mental distress. In these situations, it's important for her to have trustworthy company. Stay with her for a day, and offer her the comfort she needs. These tablets will help. Give her one in the morning and one at night, after food for 2 days."

Dante nodded, his focus entirely on Aurora as the doctor left the room.

He asked a hotel staff to bring the tablets and then headed back to room 4002 to gather Aurora's things. He packed them with care, grabbing her phone as well.

"Is there anyone you want to inform about what happened?" he asked, looking at her phone.

Aurora hesitated, glancing at the screen. "Let me try calling my friend…" She dialed the number, but after a few beeps, the call went unanswered. "It's 2 AM, no one's picking up. I'm sorry for causing trouble," she murmured.

"Aurora Moonray," Dante said, his voice steady and reassuring. "You're not a problem to me. Please, if there's anything at all, just let me know."

Aurora gave a small shake of her head, her gaze downcast. She reached out with her left hand to grab the glass of water resting on the other side of the bed. 

"I said, ask me. I'll get it for you," Dante insisted, his tone soft but firm. He took the glass from her and sat beside her on the bed, gently guiding it to her lips. Her hands were shaking, and he could feel the tremor in her fingers.

"Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her face was calm, but there was a sadness in her expression, something deep, like a storm passing through her thoughts. Dante noticed and gave her a moment before speaking again. 

"You were brave today. And you were smart to take precautions," he said softly, his words sincere. "I'll make sure he doesn't hurt you again." 

Aurora's eyes met his, her gaze locking with his hazel eyes, filled with warmth and an unspoken promise. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

Dante took her left hand in his, as though to offer reassurance, and said in a low, clear voice, "I promise."

As the words settled in the room, a single tear slipped from her eye, tracing a path down her cheek.

Dante had made sure that the man never came out, with a child harass and attempt to murder case.