"What?! Overreact?" I asked angrily.
"How could you even assure it wasn't that bad?!" I added.
We went outside the shelter.
"He just got punched once and it's not that bad..." she said calmly.
"He got punched?!" I asked.
"By a customer! I saw it in our club, Lielle."
"He got injured, Jane! Don't you care about him?" I shouted.
"How can you even ask me that?!" she shouted back.
Again, we were back at shouting to each other. Why do we always end up like this?
"Then why are you here?! Why didn't you assist him? You saw him, right?!" I asked angrily.
"You're here alone and you're asking me that?!" She held her head.
What is she talking about?
"I came for you because he mentioned he'll be seeing you today but that thing happened!" she shouted.
"He couldn't use his phone and update
