“Don’t be afraid. I’ll be there soon!”
As Asher heard about her injury, panic surged through him, and he slammed on the brakes, his heart racing. Suddenly, the car jolted forward, and the violent impact knocked him dizzy.
The force tore her wound open further, blood seeping from her lower body and soaking through her white dress, turning it crimson. Yet, in his frantic concern for Dorothy, Asher remained oblivious to her distress.
With an expressionless face, he yanked her out of the car. “Get out. Walk back by yourself. I need to get to the hospital.”
I glanced around, taking in the deserted mountain road that loomed around us, cloaked in darkness and filled with an unsettling quiet.
“Asher, it’s late at night, and it’s about to rain. Can you please—”
“No, you figure it out yourself.”
He didn’t give me a chance to respond, throwing his words at me like daggers before slamming the accelerator and speeding away.