Davis's regret

Davis's POV

The doctor came running down. I was so sure because I could see the sweat on his face, his tie was not well arranged, and he looked like he had worn two different socks. I don't mind any of that at all, in fact, that was how it should be. If he had wasted any more time, I would have fucking made his face no different from Grace's back.

That son of a bitch seems to have dragged my baby through the rough grass or the hard road. My heart left me when I fucking saw the blood on her back.

My fucking blood was hot to fucking torture that motherfucker, but I can't be just yet. I needed to make sure Grace was okay.

“She'll be fine, Don. When I was treating her wounds, there happened to be some particles inside her wounds. At first, I thought it was her peeled skin but taking a closer look, there were leaves, leaves with tiny thorns that had pierced into her skin.

I was able to take some off, but we can't say for sure if that is all. You can bring her for a check-up in the hospi