Satya stopped the car in front of a medical store. Amara turned to look through her side of the window, scanning the roads carefully, accounting for every vehicle passing by, and she didn't notice Satya opening the car door and sitting beside her the moment he touched her bruised hand.
"Ow!" Amara turned to him with wide eyes. "What are you doing?"
"So it does hurt," He looked down and pulled both of her hands to his, pushing up her long black t-shirt sleeves, revealing more bruises and scratches. He searched through the supplies and pulled out antiseptic liquids and cotton.
"It is a miracle that you didn't come out with broken hands or something worse."
"Yes, I can see your confidence in me."
"If I were not confident in you, I wouldn't let you go inside all alone."
"You talk like you could have stopped me, and it makes no sense if you have come with me." Amara shook her head and tried to take back her hands, but he held them firmly.
