When I opened the door of our apartment, I saw Jack sitting his both elbow on his knees, his hand on his head looking on the floor. He turned his face to look at me, I walked to sit on the couch next to him, facing him. "How is he?" He asked.
"Broken Nose, Damaged nasal septum. But nothing to worry much." I said, taking his hand and examine how his knuckles, It is red and looks like anytime the blood can come out. When I stand up to take the first aid kit. Jack grabbed my hand made me sit back. "I don't need first aid. It's not a big deal." He said in a low voice.
"Jack..." I trailed off. I want to say everything, the feeling inside myself can explode at any time. But I hold it back, for the sake of our relationship. He turned to face me, He put his forehead to mine, looking start at th
