Jan

The gym was buzzing. While you were gathering your things, Max decided to curry favor with Ian and leaped forcefully onto your outstretched palm. There was a crunch. Your scream cut through the room; you fell, gasping in pain.

"Oh..." Max turned pale. "I didn't mean it that badly..." Yan leaped from the stands. Deathly pale, he slammed Max into the wall and knocked him to the floor.

"Yan, it was an accident! She put her hand out herself!" Max shouted, backing away.

"If you so much as sigh in her direction again... I will destroy you. Get out! Out of my sight! That's it!"

When everyone had fled, Ian fell to his knees in front of you. His hands were shaking.

“Hey... hey, little one, look at me,” his voice trembled so much that he could barely get the words out.

“Yan... it hurts...” you whispered, closing your eyes from the throbbing in your broken wrist.

"I know, honey, I'm sorry. I'm a bastard, I should have stopped this a month ago..." He carefully brushed the hair from your face, not hiding his tears. "I'll get you up now. We're going to the hospital."

He picked you up, afraid to breathe. You buried your face in his neck, and he whispered:

"I swear I'll never leave your side again. Forgive me if you can..."