Stella's POV

Alexander wouldn't stop talking about how impulsive I'd been today, then launched into a lecture about how I shouldn't have left before the doctor officially discharged me. I stared out the window, trying to steady my breathing and ignore the throbbing in my arm. Especially in my knee, where the most annoying scrape was starting to burn now that the adrenaline had worn off. The sleeve of my shirt was stained with dried blood.

Alexander kept one hand on the steering wheel and the