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Chapter 308
Chapter 308:
The impact was brutal.
A sharp, breathless cry tore from June’s lips. The kinetic force lifted her feet from the ground. She flew backward and landed hard on the linoleum floor.
A wave of white-hot pain and nausea exploded from her shoulder. For a terrifying moment, the air was stolen entirely from her lungs and black spots crowded her vision. Her head bounced once against the tiles.
The heavy, dull thud of her body hitting the floor echoed through the chaos.
And then the entire room froze.
The dull, heavy sound of June’s body hitting the floor acted like a tranquilizer injected directly into Cole’s spine.
His violent movements stopped instantly.
He froze, still leaning over the hospital bed, his fist suspended in the air. His chest heaved as he dragged oxygen into his burning lungs. Then, slowly, terrifyingly, he turned his head.
He looked down at the floor.
а𝘤𝗍𝗶𝘷е c𝗈𝘮muո𝗶ty 𝗈𝘯.со𝘮
June was sitting on the linoleum. Her hair had fallen out of its severe knot and hung in a messy curtain over her face. Her right hand was clamped tightly over her left collarbone, knuckles white with pain.
Cole looked at his own elbow. He understood, in an instant, exactly what he had done.
The toxic red haze of rage vanished from his brain, replaced immediately by a tidal wave of freezing, sickening panic.
“June,” Cole gasped. His voice came out a pathetic, trembling whisper.
He released Crawford’s gown. He stumbled backward, his heavy boots crunching over the shattered glass of the broken IV vials. Then he dropped to his knees directly in front of her, his hands shaking violently as he reached out — desperate to touch her, desperate to check whether he had broken her bones.
“June, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was you. Let me see p>
Before his fingers could so much as brush the fabric of her blazer, June reacted.
She slapped his hand away with enough force to fill the silent room with a sharp, ringing crack.
June slowly lifted her head.
She looked at him. There were no tears in her eyes. There was no fear. There was only a deep, absolute revulsion — the look of someone regarding a rotting carcass bleeding onto the floor.
“Do not touch me,” June said.
Her voice was not loud. The freezing hatred in her tone was enough to make Cole’s stomach violently cramp.
June placed her good hand flat on the floor and pushed herself upright. She ignored the sharp pain radiating from her shoulder and stood tall, refusing to give him a single inch of weakness.
On the bed, Crawford slowly pressed himself back against the pillows, his chest rising and falling in ragged, painful spasms. He lifted his right thumb and wiped a fresh streak of blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the blood. Then he looked at Cole kneeling on the floor.
Crawford let out a dark, mocking laugh.