Chapter 36

DENVER

“ Fuck!!” I put her gently aside and ran to get the first-aid box. Her hand is bleeding, and every fleshy part of her palm is bleeding.

She uses the same hands she uses to play the guitar, and I see her blood all over the strings too. Fuck, she played till her hand began to bleed.

Her palm is terribly sore, and I want to fucking punch myself for it. Why will she hurt herself because of me?

Anastasia doesn’t joke with these hands; she loves to play the guitar, and now she’s ruined it. If she has access to her brain, she would recall that she can’t do without playing the guitar; it’s her medicine, and if she doesn’t play it for a day, she will likely fall sick.

I curse under my breath as I bring out the kits and hop into the bed beside her. I press on the cotton on her palm, and I know it burns because her forehead folds up in pain as well as her lashes fluttering in panic.

“Shh, just for a while. It’s only going to burn for a while.” I blow in some air from my mouth, and she fuc