The same roof 3|| HEROPHINE

twenty-two: room 304

♫-Phantom feelings by
Abigail Barlow

꧁ Josephine's POV ꧂

I put an Hero's arm around and pull him up with the help of the guy.
"These guys started to punch him for no reason. He also have a concussion. I have to take him at the hospital." I say opening my car door for him.
"No no, no hospital. I'm fine." Hero mumbles while the guy helps me to make him sit on the passenger seat.
"You are not fine!" I say almost yelling at him so pissed at Scarlett that left him alone.

Where the fuck is that drunk bitch?

"I can call a ambulance." the guy says and then I look up at him with more attention.

He is tall, so tall.
Dark hair and green eyes. That green eyes.
"Oh you.." he says like reading my mind.
"We have met before..." he says and I nod.l remembering exactly the moment.
"Years ago at the caffe in front of the HarperCollins." I say and he shows me a hint of smile but we get back at the Hero situation.
"There is no need of an ambulance, il going to drive us at the hospital but please call the police and show them the recordings of the night club back cameras." I say he nods.
"What's your name?" he asks taking his phone and opening his notes.
"I'm Josephine Langford and he is Hero Tiffin." I say and my voice tone go down.
I clear my throat and then I get in the car and start the engine.
I press the accelerator while my ribs are hurting, the scratches in my face are fizzing and my mouth is bleeding. But I more concern about Hero that hit his head so hard, he barely can open an eye, his broken elbow is free from the tutor, his lower lip is split, his nose is still bleeding hand.

He is rubbing his throat where there are the fingers mark of the blonde guy.
He is still breathing heavily like I am.
I try to wipe my face remembering that one of them spit on my face but all that I do is hurting myself sliding the fabric of my hoodie on my scratches.

I hear him hiss trough his teeth so I look at him and I see him in so much pain.
"I'm sorry Jo." he says while I accelerate.
"No stop that. You don't have to be sorry now." I say.
"A-Alright." he says gritting his teeth because of the pain.
"How is your head? Is hurting? Spinning? Do you feel dizzy?" I ask him so preoccupied about his head and his concussion that he already had from the accident.
"My head is fine." he says slowly.
I understand the pain that he feels even when he talks since he also got so many kicks on the ribs.
"Hero if you don't feel fine you have to tell me since we are talking about a concussion that you already had." I explain him keep spending in the empty highway.
"Alright, I'm not fine but can we stop talking about that? More that I think about it and more I'm in pain." he explains and he got the point so I shout my mouth.
"I didn't said to stay quiet. Let's change topic." he says.
"Do you know who they were?" I ask letting the question that were not letting my mind some peace.
"No, they were just drunk and football fanatics." he explains.
"Your face." he says with a raspy voice and right after I feel a really kind touch on my jawline where the scratches ends.

His touch.
That touch that my skin immediately remembers.
That gentle touch that I was refusing to admit to myself that I was missing.
I relax my muscles that much that even my feet relaxes starting to not put pressure on the accelerator and making us go slower.

"I'm so sorry. I'm a mess." he says and I give him a quick look and I see them full of tears. Darker than the sky right now.
He takes his hand away from my jaw.

"No. Stop it. You are not a mess." I say giving him little looks.
"Look at your face. Your perfect little face." he says and at that perfect my heart stops.