"What else would I be doing here?" He lifted his hand to touch her face, but she shifted, and his hand hung in the air. "I came… I came to see you."
"Why?"
"Don't be so cold to me, Viviana."
"Is there a reason not to be?" She grabbed the handle of the door. "If this is all there is, please leave. I have…"
Her words trailed off as her eyes dropped to his abdomen where the blood from his wound had completely soaked. That's why he looked so pale!
Without thinking twice, she let go of the door, stepping closer to grab at his shirt. "Why are you bleeding? W-what happened to you?" She slipped his shirt off his pants, lifting it to look at the wound. It was deep, making her inhale sharply. "What are you thinking?! Why are you here bleeding? Who did this to you a-and why aren't you at the hospital instead?"
"Nikolas!" She snapped her gaze up to him. "Will you answer me? Who hurt you? W-why are you bleeding and why haven't you—"
