“Wade,” I snap, gripping his face in my hands. “What happened?” “He... He was hitting her,” Wade sobs. “I tried, and she’s… the blood and...” I let him go and rush into the dance floor, to find Sunday unconscious on the floor. “Fuck.” I slide to my knees in front of her and check her vitals. “Oh my god, baby,” I choke, looking at her bloodied and bruised body. “I’m sorry,” Wade chokes out as he stands over us. “Ash, I’m sorry, I wasn’t here fast en–” “Your mom has a medical bag in that closet. Get it and bring it to me. Wade, bud, I will comfort you as soon as I get her stable, okay? Did
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