"To say I was in an accident, isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?"
Rachel's honey-brown eyes narrowed, her brows knitting together in surprise. While those who were asked just chuckled softly while still focusing on the cellphone in his hand.
They are currently in the guard post in front of the office building. Rachel was sitting on a bench made of wood, with Daniel currently kneeling in front of her, examining Rachel's leg which was bruised and painfully immobile.
Dimitri's call had just been turned off. Daniel, who was kneeling in front of Rachel, put the flat object back into his coat pocket, then said,
"I'm not lying," said the man. His hands were again holding Rachel's wrist, which looked blue. "Does it still hurt?"
"Shhh!" Rachel hissed in pain as Daniel's strong hands tried to move her sprained ankle. The woman rolled her eyes lazily, "You're not lying, you're just exaggerating," Rachel said again while holding her calf.