Don't go

She was shaking in fright as she held onto him tightly, she felt him suddenly go stiff for a moment.

Her hands around him were slowly slipping off, she was going to fall.

Surprisingly, he raised his hands slowly upwards and wrapped them around her waist, Kimberly could swore she stopped breathing for a minute, London had his hands on her waist.

But then, her excitement was short lived as he carefully carried her down and made her stand on her feet.

She had expected him to walk out of the hall at that point, since he was almost soaked with blood, he had a cut on his forehead which was bleeding slightly.

Kimberly watched him stagger to a corner of the hall and sat, his head rested on the wall, breathing heavily.

She could still feel the anger boiling in him furiously.

She couldn't stop wondering how someone could be so short tempered.

Her eyes drifted to the cut on the corner of his face, the bleeding was intensifying.

Kimberly thought of what to do to help him, she was hurt seeing him