When Mia returned to the room, she realized Mr. Ice cube seemed to have fallen asleep on her bed. Her small room made his big frame stand out, especially since his legs hung off the edge of her bed. With such height, it was a surprise her bed didn't break into two. She walked towards the bed carrying a bowl of warm water and mild soap with a cloth, ready to help the injured man.
The snake tattoo on his strong chest caught the light, and his skin looked a bit strangely pale. She couldn't help but think that going to a hospital might have been better than coming to her place. What sort of fight did he even get himself into that got him into such a state? She had seen him fight before, and with such strength and temper, it was no surprise a gun was involved in the fight.
