"I don't want you to get in trouble... Do you have a car I could drive him in or would you like me to drag him somewhere and call an ambulance?" Hazel asked, hoping this all worked out. With her cut she knew she wouldn't be able to drag him far.
Hazel watched at Charles looked over him. "It wasn't for his looks. Our parents wanted us together. I didn't know any better at the time, but he isn't right for me." She sighed softly before stepping forward. "If you could help me bring him to the car I will be on my way. When I come back I'll get out of your hair, I don't want my past bothering you anymore."
"What?" Hazel asked, looking at them. "I'll just find a cheap hotel or something really. It isn't that bad, and you've done more than you've needed to."