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“Don't say another word. We're going to take you to a doctor. Then we'll go over the rest. I want every detail once you're well enough.”

I know he's not going to let me get a word in edgewise from how tight he's holding me and the urgency in his voice. He’s too far gone in protector mode.

Leaning my head on his shoulder, I hope for the best as far as his clothing goes. The blood I feel trickling down my face is probably making a mess of him.

I manage to stay awake until we get to the nurse's office. When she sees me, she immediately frets over how much blood I've lost and asking me what happened.

Andry sits beside me, his hand holding onto mine, and she cleans me up. I tell them both about what happened, careful not to leave out any details.

With each word I speak, I explain how Liam cornered me while I tried to make sense of why he hates me so much.

They listened without interrupting. Andry's grip on my hand tightens bit by bit with every detail I uncover. When we're done, the nurse makes a soft noise at me and says she would like to help me refile a report.

“It's the right thing to do, sweetheart,” she says. “Even if he didn't push you on purpose, his actions led to you being injured. He deserves to have some type of disciplinary action for it.”

I shrug since I know moving my head too quickly will only cause me pain. She leaves to go get the paperwork we'll need, which leaves me and Andry behind.

My boyfriend runs his hand over my uninjured cheek while the other squeezes my hand tightly

“I can't believe he did this,” he says.

“I know. It’s strange. I'm sorry to have worried you so much. And we need to go get our stuff from the library.”

He stops me with a firm look.

“No one is going to steal our bags, little genius. And if they do, we'll report that as well and get everything back. I’m most concerned about you and the amount of blood you lost. I want to get you taken care of, then I can go get everything else. Or I'll send someone to get it. Whichever.”

“You’ll send someone?” I ask with a grin. “Do you have like a butler or something?”

His face goes blank.

“I don't, but I know people who do.”

I squeeze his hand. “You mean the Bellports. You think Bellamy is going to loan you his butler to go get schoolbooks on campus? I don't think that fits the man's job description.”

Andry leans down his face, hovering close next to mine.

“I don't care what his job description is, and I don't care who I have to convince to take care of it. Your only concern right now should be on getting better. You let me take care of the rest. Let Daddy take care of the rest.”

With those few words, my thoughts quiet.

It's as if knowing he's gone all Daddy on me makes everything easier. It's like I can let myself go. I no longer have to pretend like it's fine. I feel a weight come off me, and the next thing I know, I'm crying big fat tears.

“I don't know why he's so mean to me,” I stutter out.

Andry climbs in beside me on the small bed and pulls me into his chest, making sure the good side of my face is against his body. He rubs up and down my spine.

“Some people are just bad, little genius. For whatever reason, they choose to behave the way they do. It’s not a reflection of you, nor are you the only person they've harmed, I'm sure. We'll file this report and make sure that there's no one else.” His words come out like a threat.

It's almost as if he's going to find a way to make sure that Liam doesn't harm anyone else.

But that's a completely ludicrous thought, isn't it? It's not like he's going to hurt him or anything.

CHAPTER28

Andry

When the nurse brings back the paperwork, I’m the first to reach for it. “Thank you for putting this together. Do we need to return it to you or to the main office?”

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