Ch-181. Five hours

Ethan's POV:

I gritted my teeth so loudly that I notice Maria flinching in fear, and everyone cowers a little, having noticed the fire in my eyes– leaving the only person whom it is actually meant for.

And I am about to snatch her back in my arms, when one of the stupid medics notices the blood dripping from my hand, from where it has been scratched up by the friction of the rope.

Apparently, that alone is enough for them to decide that I am in need of the medical attention that should be going to her, as they quickly rushed towards me and grabs the hand I have raised to snatch the love of my life back into my arms.

“Oh my God! You need a proper bandage bro, thank God, it was just rope and I have seen the whole thing happening in front of my eyes. Or else, with the depth of the wound and judging by the flow of blood, I would have assumed that the cut is because of some sharp object and would have ended up suggesting stitches…”

“I don't want any bandages, just leave me alone. I was bu