Reaching home, Leo carried Becca upstairs, ignoring the stares of his staff. His clothes were tattered, his hair was messy, and had blood spilling out from the deep cuts on his shoulder but he didn't care. The pain from his wound didn't hurt at that moment.
His workers all had worried looks on their faces as they watched him bolt into the house with Becca in his hands but he didn't give a fuck about them at that point, all that mattered was the woman in his arms.
Leo took Becca to their room and rested her on the bed where he noticed the blood on her knees and hands. He didn't see them before because of how chaotic his thoughts were.
He got on the bed and slightly raised Becca's knee to examine it, recalling that she crawled through broken glass to get to Raquel.
