Thane laid Brooke on the bed and turned on the lights, he leaned in close to take a better look at her neck. And although Brooke knew that he was merely checking for injuries, his close proximity made her nervous.
"Mr Grayson I'm fine-"
Thane cut her off, when he marched furiously to the vanity in their bedroom, and pulled out a first aid kit. He circled back to her, sat very gently next to Brooke and began to treat her wounds.
He hesitated for a brief second before touching her neck, "I'm sorry." He whispered, his tone low and agonizing.
Brooke shook her head, devastated, "I'm the one sorry-"
"Brooke. You have nothing to be sorry about. I wasn't here for you, it is my fault. If I hadn't come any sooner, you could've..." Thane stopped himself from speaking, and focused his attention on taking care of her neck.
