Eden’s POV
I’m fed up, with being poked, prodded, with lights shining in my eyes and cuffs beign wrapped around my arm.
‘Just sit still Eden’ the EMT murmurs as he dabs at the cut on my forehead.
‘I’m so tired’ I mutter, ‘I want to go home.’
‘I know, but I need to deal with your head’ the man replies, ‘and I think it would be a good idea to take you to the ER, just for precaution.’
‘Where is she? Where is Eden?’ I suddenly hear a familiar and demanding voice growl out.
I shift on the gurney in the back of the ambulance, trying to see Harrison, waving away the EMT when he tries to get me to hold still.
Seconds later, my step brother appears around the corner of the rear door, his face lined with worry as he climbs in the back without waiting for an invitation.
‘Sir, you can’t just .
