Chapter 87

The sharp slap seemed to finally get through to him, and Ethan released my hand. I pulled my hand back and tried not to look at him. After about half an hour, the car stopped outside Ethan's house. I tried to help him out, but he was leaning on me so much that I had trouble holding him up. Since I was still weak from being sick, I could barely support his weight. I managed to get him a few steps from the car, but I stumbled and fell. Instead of me hitting the ground, Ethan ended up on the pavement. I heard him grunt in pain, then saw him frown and open his eyes. I quickly got off him and looked at him, worried. "Are you okay?" Ethan was holding the back of his head and said, "It hurts." Had he hit his head when he fell? I knelt down to help him sit up. "Where does it hurt? Is there any bleeding?" There wasn't any bleeding, but there was a big bump on his head. I touched the bump gently, and Ethan winced. "Ugh." I was worried and said, "Let's go to the hospital." Ethan gra