The Luna Queen's Rebirth (Ellie and Dominic) novel Chapter 313

Chapter 313

Ellie’s POV

I was running before I even realized I’d started moving.

The crowd around the gazebo was already gathering, people shouting and pointing. I shoved past them, my heart pounding so hard I could barely hear anything else over the sound of my blood rushing through my

ears.

“Move,” I said, pushing through. “Move!”

I dropped to my knees beside Dominic. He was on his back, eyes closed, the other man sprawled half on top of him. The banner was tangled around both of them.

“Dominic,” I said. I patted his cheeks. “Dominic, can you hear me?”

His eyes fluttered open. He groaned.

Relief flooded through me so fast I felt dizzy. “You’re okay,” I said. “You’re okay.

“Not… really,” he muttered. He tried to sit up and winced.

“Don’t move,” I said, pushing him back down. “Just stay still.”

Someone had already called for an ambulance. I could hear the sirens in the distance. The other man was conscious too, clutching his wrist and saying some very colorful words that had the parents in the crowd

covering their kids’ ears.

“Is he alright?” Dominic asked, nodding toward him

“I think his wrist is broken,” I said.

“Better than his head,” Dominic muttered.

I looked down at him. There were scratches all over his face and arms, dirt smudged across his cheek. His shirt was torn at the shoulder, the skin raw from the impact.

“You’re an idiot,” I said.

He smiled weakly. “Yeah. I know.”

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The ambulance arrived a few minutes later. The EMTs loaded the other man onto a stretcher first, then came over to check on Dominic. They helped him sit up, asking him questions about pain levels and whether he thought he had hit his head.

“I’m fine,” Dominic kept saying. “Really. I’m fine.”

“We still need to check you over,” one of the EMT’s said. She gestured to the back of the ambulance, “Can you walk?”

Dominic nodded and got to his feet with some help. I followed as they led him to the ambulance and had him sit on the edge.

I stood off to the side, arms folded, watching as they shined a light in his eyes and checked his vitals. One of

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the cleaned the worst of the scratches on his arm with an antiseptic wipe.

“You’re lucky,” the EMTsaid. “No concussion or broken bones. You’re going to be sore for a few days, though.”

“I’ve had worse,” Dominic said, shooting me a very pointed look.

They wrapped a bandage around his forearm where one of the deeper scratches was and told him to ice his shoulder when he got home. Then they packed up and left, taking the other man with them.

We didn’t talk much on the drive home. Dominic leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes. I kept glancing at him out of the corner of my eye, as if he might suddenly stop breathing. As if I literally hadn’t stabbed him in the ribs just a few months ago.

When we got back to the house, I parked and turned off the engine.

“I’m getting you cleaned up properly,” I said.

“I’m fine.”

“Those scratches need to be disinfected,” I said. I knew the EMTs had already done it, but… Dammit. I wanted to do it myself. I blamed it on my healer training, but we both knew it was about something else entirely.

He opened his mouth like he was going to argue, then smiled faintly and said, “Okay.”

I led him inside and up to my room. He sat on the edge of my bed while I went to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink. When I came back, he was still sitting there, staring at me. I set the kit on the nightstand and opened it, pulling out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and some cotton pads.

“This might sting,” I said.

“I can handle it.”

I sat beside him and tilted his face toward me. The scratches weren’t deep, but there were a lot of them. 1 poured some of the peroxide onto a cotton pad and dabbed it gently against the first one, pressing it hard to make sure it got in.

Dominic hissed through his teeth.

“Sorry,” I said.

“It’s fine.”

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