Ana's POV
"I'm so sorry! I just twisted my ankle—did you get burned? Let me take you to the hospital!"
"Ana, are you okay?" Madeline asked.
I finally pieced together what had just happened.
Someone walking nearby had stumbled right beside me, sending their tray flying in my direction and splashing food all over the place.
Toby, who was sitting right next to me, quickly yanked me out of harm's way, preventing me from getting drenched in scalding soup.
He had thrown himself between me and the spill, so his arm took the hit instead.
A huge patch of his skin had turned an angry shade of red.
I told Madeline, "I'm fine." Then I stood up and focused on Toby.
His forearm was covered in red welts, slick with soup and grease.
Toby looked pretty pale, but he still gave me that gentle smile of his.
"It's really just a burn. No hospital needed," he said, trying to brush it off.
