The Returning Ex

Upon hearing what John said, Sophia shot him a glare. “I was standing behind Logan!” She then proceeded to mumble, “That nitwit isn’t even half as capable as Ian.”

There was a pause in John’s movements as soon as Ian was mentioned, which reminded him of when Ian held Sophia in his arms. There was a tear to the back of his shirt, but John wasn’t sure if he was hurt. He has quite a good reflex, John thought, and the thought of it irked him.

While the wound on Sophia’s leg wasn’t that serious, John still offered, “I’ll bring you to the hospital to have it bandaged.”

Sophia’s mouth hung agape as soon as she heard they were going to the hospital. “Is it that serious?”

John buckled her up before driving off, figuring that Logan’s presence would be enough to hold them off. Sophia was carried in his arms upon their arrival at the emergency department.

John’s—stood from his seat when John carried Sophia over to him.

feeling more relieved upon seeing the doctor. “Mr. Holt, this is Sophia, and her leg was injured, so

doctor examined Sophia’s wound. From a doctor’s perspective, any wound was a wound worth attention. While retrieving some antiseptic and gauze, the doctor had John carry her over to the bed. Sophia held onto John’s arm as she said, “I’m scared.” She was no longer the foolhardy

thought, John pulled her into an embrace

as all you need is a dressing. You don’t even need a vaccine for tetanus.” Nonetheless, Sophia dared not look as she buried her face in John’s arms while the doctor cleaned and wrapped up

“I don’t have the strength to walk.” It was thus John carried her in his

phone, only to be stopped by John, who wore a frown

a cry of surprise. “I want to give Ian a call

was a sour look on John’s face as he spoke, “You seem