Athilda's pov
The first thing I saw was Adier's face, streaked with blood, his eyes shut as he leaned against the couch with a pained expression. My heart tightened at the sight.
"What happened? Do you have a first aid kit?" I hurried to his side and sat down, my voice sharper than I intended.
Beside me, the transwoman, who I assumed was the manager, looked completely shaken. I could not blame her. After all, this happened in their own place, and the man bleeding in front of us was the President's son.
"Hey, can you hear me? I am Athilda. Stay with me, alright?" I pressed gently at the wound that refused to stop bleeding.
"U-Athilda?" he groaned, his eyes snapping open. Our gazes locked for a brief, heavy moment.
"Ma'am, here is the kit!" someone rushed over and handed it to me. I opened it quickly and pulled out everything I could use. His face was swollen, bruised in several spots, but the cut on his forehead worried me most.