I was transported by ambulance to the emergency room. Preston never left my side. He held my hand, his worried and upset green eyes staying on me the entire time. He was dressed in his black skinny jeans and a brownish-red button up shirt with gray squares and white lines. It was half unbuttoned, as usual for him. It was tucked partially in the front, exposing his brown belt. His brown hair fell wavy around his face beneath the tan fedora atop his head.
The doctor and nurses checked me over and tended to my injuries. A couple police officers arrived, and Preston left the room to speak with them a moment. The way they talked and greeted each other, it appeared they all knew each other.
Preston came back into the room moments later with them trailing behind him. He took my hand into his, g
