Darkness (3)

If she had punched him, he wouldn't have felt any pain. Yet, her words made him suffer as if he was the one blind.

Panic invaded his lungs, but he tried keeping control not to scare the woman in his arms. She was looking into the void, sometimes swinging as if to fall. Was she losing consciousness?

To avoid any incident, he made her lean on him and surrounded her with his arms.

He found a handkerchief in his pocket and used it to clean the blood from her throat. It was just a cut, thankfully, but using his fingers to wipe the blood didn't sound too wise. As such, he pressed the handkerchief on the wound.

«Does it hurt?» he asked her. Luckily, she couldn't see his face at that moment. It was a mixture of guilt and worry.

Nor could she witness Joe's dark face.

Neven had lost control for a moment, seeing her helpless and crying.