Rob hovered above me, holding out a hand. Shaking, I slid mine into it and let him help me to my feet and lead me away from the paramedics. When we were out of the chaos, he stopped and put his hands on my arms. “Are you okay?” “I—” I shook my head and held my bloody hands out in front of me. “I don’t know.” “Okay, let’s sit down and get you a coat. Then we can talk.” We were halfway to the entrance when Owen came storming out. He stuttered to a stop when he saw me, and his eyes went wide. Then he broke into a run.
