I turned around to face him and noticed that he was already making his way toward me. I went to put my shirt back on, but he quickly stopped me and grabbed my shoulders firmly. Before my mind was able to register what was happening, he turned me to the side and mumbled incoherent things under his breath. "Amelia, this looks bad."
"It's not that bad," I said with an eye roll. "It's just some cuts and bruises."
"They're not treated, which makes it worse." He huffed. "How did you get these? Was it Gregory or Bryce?"