Ashley POV

Clark seemed like he was about to say something else but I had already gone inside. Sitting on the edge of one of the two infirmary beds with his booted feet firmly planted on the floor and his back to the door. There was a lonely man wearing a large T-shirt and baggy blue jeans. A layer of bandages was wrapped around his head, his right arm was splinted with a brace, and I could see small scratches and bruises all over his body that had mostly been patched up. A few spots of red blood stained his white T-shirt. Other than that, Jayden Ronan Keller looked just...