Blood.

Shantel's POV.

I decided to meet Dean, he must have been in hiding.

And I needed to know if he'd help me, so I stared at the area.

I made sure the guards close to his room were totally out.

I opened the door slowly and cautiously, and walked towards him. He was still sound asleep, but he looked peaceful.

I tapped him and he stood up immediately, his eyes scanning the room.

I gasped when I saw his body, he had a bandage wound and it was bleeding from the bandage.

He looked so pale, almost as if he didn't eat. His hair is also messy, some of it even reaching his shoulders. It looks like there are some dirt stains on his clothes.

I now realized he was actually hurt and I couldn't see it earlier because he covered himself with a duvet.

I rushed to his side, as he groaned, immediately slipping on the floor.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

Fear crept my whole body as I saw him shaking.

"How did you get hurt?" I asked.

"I ran from the guards who almost caught me." He said breathing hard.

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