I didn't end up dying.After all, I was only two floors up, and I'd also somehow landed on the dense bushes in the courtyard, which cushioned my fall. So, I only wound up with three broken ribs, a comminuted fracture in my left leg, and a mild concussion.However, when I woke up again, I saw Dominic sitting next to my hospital bed, his face haggard and his posture sagging.The haughty, arrogant Dominic I knew now looked like a dog with a broken spine. His suit was caked with mud and dried blood—my blood.He looked up abruptly when he realized that I'd opened my eyes. His eyes were bloodshot and red-rimmed as he called out to me."Dexter…"He wanted to reach out to me, but his quivering hand stopped mid-air. He didn't dare to touch me."Does it hurt? I'll… I'll go and get the doctor…"I looked at the ceiling instead of him. My chest still hurt, and every time I breathed, it felt like I was whistling through a pair of broken bellows."I'm sorry, Dominic," I said, my voice broken
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