Chapter 28

Tycelyn's POV

"Kenzal are you okay?" I called out multiple times but no response from him as his eyes were glued to my wrist.

"Kenzal you're hurting me," I tried to remove my wrist from his hand but he tightened his grip more.

"Yo…your…wri…wrist," I pulled my hand away from Kenzal when he loosened his grip.

It's not possible, Summer didn't see it and no one has seen it so Kenzal can't also see it.

"Kenzal are you okay?" I asked again and he seemed out of it.

I tapped him continuously, "Huh," he finally responded, "I'm sorry, I'm tired, I should go rest."

I needed to know why he was out of it, "What's wrong Kenzal? Do you want me to call an ambulance? Is there something you need?"

I was going to get my phone to call someone for help when Kenzal held my wrist, "It's…hmmm….its…," Kenzal looked down at his hand and let go of my hand.

"It's…hmm….P…T…S…D….yes…that's what it is, PTSD," Kenzal replied, What was going on in his head?

"PTSD of what? What exactly are you talking about?" I was c