“Nico… what the hell?” I gasped, heart still racing.
“Why are you sleeping here?” he asked, his voice hoarse, his appearance just as wrecked.
“I…” My words faltered as my gaze dropped to the floor. Blood. There were droplets pooling beneath him. His hands rested on his thighs, and the right one was loosely wrapped in a handkerchief, completely soaked through.
What the hell?
“Oh my God—what happened to your hand?” I rushed to him, nausea rising in my throat at the metallic tang of blood. There was so much of it. “Nico!”
“It’s nothing,” he muttered, pulling his hand back.
“Are you crazy?” I snapped. He flinched slightly at my tone, startled. “Look at all this blood and tell me that again. Are you insane? Nico, what the f**k happened?”
He was silent for a beat before letting out a sigh
