His reply sent an almost sadistic relief through my bones. Does that make me a bad person?
I pushed him slightly, he moved away.
"Are you all right?" I scanned him from head to toe, looking for signs of injury.
"I'm good" he said "Did it hurt yo-"
"How's your shoulder" I craned my head to look at his left shoulder "That must have hurt"
"Its alright. Really" he tried to calm me down "Won't feel a thing by morning"
"So you are feeling something now and yet you are here"
"I had to see you" he murmured "Are you okay?"
"How did you know I was coming here?" I asked
"Pack house" he said "I woke up when you were leaving"
"Oh" I nodded, but then a thought crossed my mind "If you were following me, how did you reach here first?" I don't know why I had to point out such a useless detail, bu
