I followed her finger and saw a very fine scratch on Zeke's cheek. The blood that had seeped out had already dried, and it wasn't serious at all. But Liam seemed to have been hit where it hurt. Her gaze fell on the scratch, then she looked at Leo, who was bleeding profusely in my arms. Finally, she bent down, picked up Zeke, and said urgently as she walked towards the door, "Let's go, we need to go to the hospital!"
My heart felt like it was being ripped apart; the excruciating pain almost suffocated me. I forced myself to my feet and stumbled after them. The old injury in my ankle, combined with the throbbing pain in my chest, made every step feel like walking on knives. The ambulance was already waiting in front of the hotel, and the paramedics were pushing a stretcher.
Just as I was about to get into the car, Liam reached out and stopped me. A fleeting look of guilt flashed in his eyes, but his tone was unusually firm, each word piercing: "Clara, Leo already had a brain injury, so it's just a little bleeding, it won't be anything serious."