When Han fled the room, Timothy was left with Iola. And now it was just the two of them together. There was blood on the floors, a mess around the walls when the woman probably tried to get up and head to the bathroom and failed, but it didn't matter that much as long as he realized that she was okay.
Relief flooded into his chest and he nearly went out and rested down on his bed—if she hadn't been there herself. He instead kneeled down on the bed and rested his head against the mattress, "You gave me quite a scare didn't you?" All of his anger blew out in the face of her in trouble.
It really wasn't fair.
"I didn't plan on doing that."
But that wasn't how life worked.
