A little Bun

Royalty as well as his shadow had been rushed to the hospital. He was lifeless, covered in his own blood, with his eyes tightly shut, and the little bunny was almost scared to death.

Barefooted, and bleeding also, Cinderella sped after the stretcher that took her husband into the emergency room.

She clung on tightly to the stretcher, and held onto her husband lifeless figure. Royalty had been beaten so badly, he couldn't even hear a thing. And it was all because of her.

He was beaten to a pulp and he had chosen to not fight back because of her.

Cinderella gasped painfully, rubbing her sourly red nose. Adjusting the rimmed glasses on her nose's bridge, she struggled to take Royalty's hands.

Cinderella could barely see a thing all because once again her glasses were broken. The lens were cracked, but nevertheless she fought so hard to find Royalty's hand.

And when she finally did, she picked it up and squeezed his cold hands tightly. Royalty's big hands were so cold, a certain little b