Lahat ng Kabanata ng FALLING FOR THE BAD BOY : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

WILLOW'S POVNever in my life have I seen Ian this scared. It felt like I was looking at a completely different person, someone stripped of all control. His hands were shaking, his shoulders stiff, his eyes glued to the operating room doors like they might disappear if he looked away.Reality hit harder when Kim rushed into the hospital with her mother and her little brother, Cyrus. Kim was pacing back and forth in the hallway, her heels tapping loudly against the tiled floor. Cyrus sat beside their mother, fidgeting with his fingers while she stared at the floor in silence, her expression heavy with doubt and fear.David was still in the operating room. It was a serious emergency. No one needed to say it out loud for us to understand. The air felt thick, suffocating. Every second dragged like it was intentional, like time itself was being cruel.I held Ian's hand firmly in mine, refusing to let go. His palm was cold, and his grip tightened every few seconds like he was afraid I would

RAVEN'S POV I waited in the hospital, Mark's ward, as he slept peacefully. The doctor said he was fine, but he lost a ton of blood. He needed a blood transfusion, and my blood group matched his. I had to give him mine. I had called my mom and told her everything. The police are currently looking for him. I wasn't sticking with the police. I sighed and held my phone tight in my hand. I dialled Wayne's number multiple times, but it wasn't reaching. I took a deep breath and sighed. I heard a groan. I looked at Mark to see him staring at me in fear. "I'm sorry, sir," he said. I shook my head. "It's not your fault," I replied. I know he wouldn't do it on his own. It was all Wayne's doing. I'll find him. I just need to know who got him and why. "Do you know who did this?" I asked. "Yes.....that boy," he stated. My attention was fully on him. "That kid at that party that tried to hurt him," he said. Nathan. I got on my feet, and my fist kept clenching. I quickly called my uncle

WILLOW’S POVThe ambulance arrived soon enough. Paramedics rushed Wayne and Raven into separate trucks, their movements fast and urgent. I barely registered what was happening at first. My head was ringing too loudly, like everything around me was underwater. I noticed two of them suddenly turning toward me, their expressions shifting.Confusion gathered in my head. Then I felt it. Warmth trickles down the side of my face. Blood.Before I could react, Ian was already there. He pulled me out of the car carefully, one arm wrapped around me as if I would shatter if he let go. He guided me toward the ambulance. "You did very well, Willow. I'm so sorry I let this happen to you," he mumbled, his voice thick with guilt.The sirens blared. Red and blue lights flashed everywhere. Police voices overlapped with paramedics shouting instructions. My vision blurred until faces became shadows. My hearing dulled, fading in and out. My body felt like it had been dragged through chaos and thrown back to

WAYNE'S POVI opened the door to Raven's room. As I saw him on that bed, tears fell out of my eyes uncontrollably. It felt like I was seeing a ghost.The door barely made a sound as it opened, but the room felt loud anyway. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that pressed against my ears and made my chest feel tight. The smell of antiseptic hit me first, sharp and clean, nothing like the warmth Raven usually carried with him. My eyes landed on the bed immediately, like they were drawn there by something stronger than me. Raven.He was lying there so still that for a second, my mind refused to accept it. Machines surrounded him, tubes and wires connected to his body like he was being held together by things that weren’t supposed to touch him. His chest rose and fell slowly, evenly, but it didn’t ease the fear crawling up my spine. It only made it worse. It looked too fragile. Too temporary.I took slow steps towards his bed. The more I moved, the more I felt my stomach tightening. I hate th

WILLOW'S POVI'm glad that I was finally discharged today. The smell of antiseptic and the sounds of monitors were like torture. I felt like I was in a white prison. I could never escape. Today, the doctor said I could go home. I felt a heavy weight lifted off my shoulders. Mom had to work even if her boss said it was fine if she wanted to be with me for a while. But she needs to make money because she doesn't like being paid without doing anything. So.....Mom appointed someone to take care of me. I don't know who, but she said I'd find out soon enough. I was all ready to go, so I sat there patiently, waiting for whoever was gonna come get it. I went through my phone, and I noticed I got a message from someone I didn't know. His name happens to be Nicholas. [How are you doing?] He asked. [I'm sorry I couldn't come to the hospital. My dad came back yesterday and sent me on a business trip. Kristen said, "You lost your memories." I wish I could be there.] He sounds like a caring