Ike's POV I trudged through the hall, struggling to keep myself from giving in to the pain.Each step sent a sharp protest up my leg, through my ribs, and straight into my skull. Blood soaked my shirt, warm and slick, clinging to my skin. The world narrowed to the sound of my own breathing, which was ragged and uneven, and the distant echo of my boots against the marble floor. I focused on that sound because if I focused on anything else, I would fall.The stairs rose in front of me. I took a deep breath before I gripped the railing and hauled myself upward, one step at a time, my vision swimming. By the time I reached the landing, my hands were shaking so badly I could barely keep my balance. I leaned against the wall, my chest heaving, trying to will my heartbeat to slow.That was when Emmett saw me.He hurried towards me with panicked footsteps. “Ike,” he said, grabbing my arm before I could slide to the floor. “What the hell happened to you?”I tried to straighten, to look like I
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