"Shît!" Tiffany sniffed, shook her head, covered her mouth with her palm, and let the tears from her eyes fall freely.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, turned swiftly, and then prepared to run away.

"Wait!" Aiden sprang up, ran after her, and caught her wrist.

"Just... Hold on," Aiden exhaled.

''Are you okay?" Zoey rushed towards them and asked no one in particular.

"Let me go," Tiffany hiccuped.

"You pushed me so hard, " Aiden placed his left hand on his waist.

"I... I..." She shook her head.

"Tiffany, how did that happen? Your wound... It fûcking disappeared!" Zoey widened her eyes.

"I... Let me go, please," she stared at Aiden...