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“Here, let me help you up.” Carter slides a hand under my shoulder and hauls me to my feet. I gasp the second I try to put weight on the bad ankle. “Do we need to go to the hospital?”

“No. I just need ice. I’m fine.”

Easton goes to the side opposite Carter. I don’t want Carter to ask questions, so I don’t deny his help.

Carter asks anyway