Ava's POV "Your hands let me help you," I said, gently taking the cards from him. I looped his arm over my shoulder, and he didn't protest. Well, he couldn't because he looked like he was in pain. He groaned, though I felt the weight of him on my shoulder. I led him down the hall, finding the right room number on the card. I could feel the tension in his body, as he fought to stay conscious. "I kept muttering, we are almost there," which was setting me on edge. Sliding the card into the reader, I shoved the door open and helped him inside. The suite was massive. Plush furnishings, a sumptuous bed, and floor-to-ceiling windows that bathed the room with natural light. "Here please sit," I said, lowering him to the edge of the bed. He groans, his head lounging back, as he tries to sit upright. "Maybe you should lie down for some time," I said, pushing his broad shoulders to the back, as he tried to sit upright. He placed his hands on me, trying to stop me. I pulled his hands away
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