Chapter Seventeen
SASHA
I rushed into the hospital as fast as I could. When I got into the room, the first thing I saw was all of the blood.
“Tyson—”
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Despite how much he was grimacing and the red staining his cheeks, he still managed to work a smile onto his face. I walked closer while Amanda worked her magic on him.
“Just a second,” she said. “A few more stitches and… there. Good as new.” She pulled her hands away. The cut above his eye was sewn up but that didn’t stop the noticeable swelling. “He’ll be all right. A little ibuprofen if there’s any lingering pain but nothing serious. You’ve got a hard head. Just like every other man in the club…”
Amanda smiled the same as him but my heart was still pounding in my chest.
“I’ll give you two a moment.” She excused
