When Charles reached his place, Elena was already there, waiting for him anxiously. Every minute that passed seemed like ages for her. She kept pacing back and forth outside his balcony while nailbiting and silently praying that Charles was just alright.
She was worried sick about Charles. She had no idea how deep his wound was. She just stopped what she was doing when she heard the engine of an approaching car and saw the light coming from its headlights.
The car just stopped in the front of the balcony and Charles alighted from the driver's seat while pressing his wound using his right hand.
Elena sprinted towards him with her concerned look. "Brother Charles!"
"Hey, don't give me that kind of sad look. I'm not dying yet." Charles cracked some jokes to lighten her mood.
But his joke made Elena more worried. "Don't say that." Elena felt like crying again. She was just biting her lower lip to suppress her sob.
