"You are awfully quiet." She questioned, sitting just next to him in the backseat of his car as his driver drove them back to her apartment.
She heard him call his driver to follow them to the hospital earlier as he had ridden with her in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. He said that he did not want her to be alone.
However, she had noticed that since they had left the hospital, he barely had spoken a few words to her. He only asked her if it still hurt, but when she replied that she was fine, he had returned to his silence.
"I am just probably tired. Aren't you?" He asked, avoiding answering the silent question in her eyes.
He could see that she was trying to read his expression, but he was not entirely sure of what he actually felt at the moment. In truth, he was frustrated, guilty, then mad at himself for letting the first two emotions control him.
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