**David's POV**
I walked completely around the corner and my heart sank to my toes. She was huddled in a corner, sobbing, with a busted, bleeding lip , a black eye and a cut on her forehead.
I teared up a little at the sight of it because I wasn't outside to keep her safe. It was my fault. If I had gotten out the door just one minute earlier, that probably wouldn't have happened. I walked over to where she was sitting and looked at her.
She looked up and me, horrified. That's when I saw the bruise on her cheek. It looked like a few fingers from a handprint, which I don't doubt that it was. Her face was soaked with tears and she looked back down at the ground.
I felt like an idiot just sitting there looking at her but I didn't know what else to do. So I bent down and took her in my arms and whispered reassuringly that every thing would be okay and that it was over and that it would never happen again. The second I hugged her, I felt everything about her relax. I sighed just sat there with her for about five minutes.
I decided then that I'd take her back to my dorm to get her cleaned up. So I picked her up and carried her all the way back.
