I groan as they tie my hands above my head and continue their attacks on my stomach and then my face. Soon they left, which caused me to just hang there as the world kept getting darker and darker.
"Ophelia. Oh my god," was all I heard before passing out.
~Four's POV~
I look at Ophelia and quicker untie her wrists and pick her up. I get her so her head is laying on my shoulder and I look over her body for injuries but I only see bruises mostly and a swollen knee.
I held her to my chest as I walk through the halls and up to my room and laid her down taking off my jacket.
"How did I let this happen," I say to no one in particular.
I grab an ice pack and some medical tape and walk over to her. Her hair was all messy as she laid on my bed. I quickly patch her up and held an ice pack to her head.
About an hour later a groan escaped her lips and I looked at him. Her eyes slowly fluttered opened and she looks at me.
"Don't try to move," I say and watches her gently.
"It hurts all over Four," She whispers.
"I know. It will feel better soon okay?" I say softly to her.
Ophelia gently nods and watches me. I smile softly at her and pray she feels better.
What can go wrong?
